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(Verse 1) I was headin’ west from Abilene, the sun was sinkin’ low My horse was tired, my canteen dry, I had no place to go Saw a sign half-buried in the sand, nailed to a crooked tree Said: “Turn back now, or lose your soul—don’t ride into Gallow’s Creek.” (Verse 2) But I was broke and half-asleep, my boots worn through with grime So I followed the trail through silent hills, like a fool ridin’ blind The wind went cold, the sky turned gray, and not a bird would sing When I crossed that broken wooden bridge, I felt the devil grin (Chorus) The people there don’t speak your name, they barely meet your eye Their skin’s gone pale like desert bone, they watch the passersby There’s a noose that swings behind the church, though no one ever hangs Don’t ride into Gallow’s Creek—lest you want your soul to stay (Verse 3) The barkeep poured me whiskey black and never said a word The piano played with no one there—just ghost hands on the chords A girl in lace with empty eyes said, “Stranger, best be gone” “No one leaves past sundown, son—not once the light is gone.” (Chorus) The people there don’t speak your name, they barely meet your eye Their skin’s gone pale like desert bone, they watch the passersby There’s a noose that swings behind the church, though no one ever hangs Don’t ride into Gallow’s Creek—lest you want your soul to stay (Bridge) I saddled up before the dawn, but the trail had turned to sand The map had changed, the stars were wrong—I cursed that haunted land And now I walk this street at dusk, I know but never speak I warned you once, I’ll warn again—don’t ride into Gallow’s Creek (Final Chorus) The people here don’t speak your name, they barely meet your eye We’re shadows now, just watchin’ close, as the living pass us by There’s a noose that waits behind the church, and every rope must fray Don’t ride into Gallow’s Creek—you won’t be ridin’ away