Inspired by the many lives lost at the hands of gun violence on the southside of Chicago. The song is also a dedication to the lesser-known history of African-American cowboys, using "Wild West" duels as a metaphor for modern-day gun violence in Chicago.
This song is the unreleased original version of Blade's rearranged "Black Cowboys," containing an capella introduction, and a musicical arrangement quicker in tempo.
--Lyrics--
Bow your head
Bow your head
Bow your head
Bow your heads
For your son
Draw your gun
Shuffle your feet
Can't cut and run
It's death you'll cheat
You a black cowboy
In your cattle boot
You walk ten paces
Then you turn and shoot
Now bow your head
For your sons
Bow your head
For your son
Bow your head
Bow your heads
For your son
Oh this life
In the wild west
One too many son
Been laid to rest
Take his body
To the river, stream
Hold your heartache
One day you'll scream
Now bow your head
For your sons
Bow your head
For you son
Bow your head
Bow your heads
For your son
That's how it's done
In the great Midwest
Down in Chitown
Be my guest
That's how it's done
In the great Midwest
Down in Chitown
Be my guest
Now bow your head
--Track Credits--
Lyrics and Vocals By: Terry Blade
Additional Songwriting By: Ryan Jenkins
Instrumental Music Composed By: Antonio Di Giovanni
Produced By: Terry Blade and Sleeping Ghost
