Fallen Sons (Original Version)

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