[Verse 1] Out in the Nevada sun, where the dust turns red, They whisper of a shadow, a thing better left unsaid. A varmint so vile, it’d curdle your soul, With eyes like burning embers, and a heart black as coal. [Spoken Interlude] Folks called it the Desert Ghoul, born of grit and grief, It stole cattle and children, like some cursed thief. They say it laughed at the stars, mocked the Lord’s own sky, And dared every soul to make it die. [Chorus] But only one man ever stood tall, Old John Weary, with his back to the wall. “Bring me that ghoul,” he said with a sneer, “I’ve stared down worse, I’ve got no fear.” [Verse 2] John rode a horse as gray as the sage, His rifle was worn, but his heart held rage. He tracked that beast through canyon and scrub, Where rattlers hissed and coyotes snubbed. [Spoken Interlude] The ghoul met him at Devil’s Bend, Where the earth falls away, like it’s got no end. Its voice was a growl, its grin was wide, “You think you can kill me? Many have tried.” [Chorus] But only one man ever stood tall, Old John Weary, with his back to the wall. He cocked his rifle, aimed straight and true, “I ain’t here to talk, I’m here to undo you.”