Story Behind The Song

A song about a very pissed off dad going to get his son released from jail

Lyrics

Been riding on the range
Been riding on the trail
Been riding through the snow
Through the dark, through the frost
Through the rain through the hail
Been riding through the night
Been riding through the day
Heading for the one eyed one horse town
And it's one cell jail
An eye full of grit and a belly full of salt
An old Bowie knife and a Peacemaker Colt
When the sheriff sees me he better get ready to run
I'm coming for my son

They got him in the jail
Case closed and filed
Convicted and chained
Locked up to be hung without a trial
Now it's a personal war
I've met this sheriff before
I know how he thinks, I know how he acts
I know his style
Just as quick with a pen as a gun in his hand
Just as quick with a rope to hang an innocent man
I just wanna see him looking down the barrel of my gun
I'm coming for my son.

They say he killed a man, with his bare hands
Somewhere down in Arnhem Land

I'm coming for my son
Coming fast and fired
Blowing like a gale, hard on the trail
Every muscle hot-wired
No option or choice
I'm coming for my boy
My clothes are stuck to my back
My throat is dry and my eyes are tired
I hear the howls of the wolves in the dark
Pounding of the hooves and the wild dogs bark
No matter what they say or what they think he's done
I'm coming for my son.