The New Old West

Just a legal note: a few of the middle lines are adapted from a Josh Ritter song that sparked my idea for it... but the vast majority is completely original.

 In a half horse town with a street made of mud. 
Where every boy does what a good boy should. 
There’s a outlaw on the outskirts with a Sonnet in his head. 
Before the sheriff knew what hit him he was gunned down dead. 
It’s a Bible and a bullet they put over his heart. 
And the outlaw fled and just kept playing his part. 
Days were nights and the nights were long. 
Beating hearts blossomed into walking bombs. 
And those still looking in the clear blue sky for a sign. 
Got missiles from so high they might as well be divine. 
Now the wolves are howling at his door. 
Singing ‘bout vengeance like it’s the joy of the Lord. 
Bringing justice to the enemies not the other way around. 
They’re guilty when killed and they’re killed where they’re found. 
If what’s loosed on earth will be loosed up on high. 
It’s a Hell of a Heaven we must go to when we die. 
And as the wartime Judge comes flying through the door. 
Outlaw lays his guns down, leaves them wishing for more. 
They see what they really wanted was a Mexican stand. 
But he took the Tao and held onto the Devil’s hand.
Ever since the judge shot that sheriff down. 
He had looked for the outlaw on the outskirts of town. 
But there he was in house right next to city hall. 
It had gone on too long and someone had to take the fall. 
They took the body up to old Boot Hill. 
But a young boy stole it just for the thrill.
He put him down proper with flowers on his grave. 
Not for what the outlaw had taken but what he gave. 
See, now the boy was an outlaw true. 
And without a prayer he was gonna get his too.