The Kid from Vaquero by Berkley

Nobody called me nothing til they saw how fast I shoot
Suddenly I wasn’t so cute
Or towheaded

Standing now on main street
Distance fifty paces

You’re gonna know who I am
The kid they call a man
There’s an unmarked stone in the sand
For me

I have a name but they still don’t know me like that
See what happens when you try it
See why they call me The Kid

I rode in from Oregon to find my homestead in the dirt
Nothing left the family albums burnt
Feeling spirits

Grief is not the word when all you know has ended

Along came a man with a gun in his hand
Cracked hands dusting off his hat
He took that mighty stage singing songs of the land
No one could silence the man with a gun in his hand

There is one more story of my life you see
It’s more lonely than it ought to be
When you’re winning

Nothing left to conquer
Everyone is gone

Who’s gonna know who I am
The kid they call a man
There’s an unmarked stone in the sand
For me

• Alternative
• singer-songwriter
• Portland