JACKSON

Jackson was an outlaw
Or so the people said
They say he just went crazy
And shot his mother dead

People make up stories
When the truth's unknown
No one saw the stranger
'Cuz Jackson was alone

He barely lived through lynch mobs
He just had to survive
Vengeance couldn't be his
With his enemy alive

He set out on his own then
No one believed the truth
Who would put their trust
Into an outlaw youth?

He rode on in silence
The wind blew through his hair
Until he saw the campfire
And the villain sitting there

Jackson stood awaiting
Called the killer with a shout
His enemy was fire-blind
And then the lights went out

His horse carried the dead man
To prove his story true
The people saw it diff'rent
For now he'd murdered two

The people wanted justice
They hung Jackson from a tree
Justice hadn't been done
At least his spirit's free

~August 19, 1988