Antony Muqueta
v4.5
@Djan Lima Souza
Antony Muqueta
v4.5
@Djan Lima Souza
lyrics
[Verse 1]
Antony kept the chapel key
And Sunday dust upon his sleeve
Till one black night the bell rope swung
Though no one stood beneath the tongue
A child’s red ribbon on the floor
And blood beneath the sacristy door
By dawn he’d left the collar there
And took the road with silent prayer
[Chorus]
Now they call him Antony Muqueta
Fists like stones and a preacher’s stare
He rides where the old trails disappear
With a ruined cross he won’t quite wear
Then a saloon girl named Rosalie
Poured him rye and looked straight through
Said, “A man can lay his burden down”
He said, “I might, if you ask me to”
[Verse 2]
He crossed the plains on a chestnut mare
Past dry creek beds and wanted men
In a border town he fought for pay
And broke a bully’s grin in ten
Rosalie kept the house of cards
Where miners wagered dust and rings
She laughed like she had outlived storms
And knew the price of gentler things
[Chorus]
Now they call him Antony Muqueta
Fists like stones and a preacher’s stare
He rides where the old trails disappear
With a ruined cross he won’t quite wear
Then a saloon girl named Rosalie
Poured him rye and looked straight through
Said, “A man can lay his burden down”
He said, “I might, if you ask me to”
[Bridge]
He told her what the dark had done
How fear had made a coward pray
She held his hand till morning came
And never asked him to explain
[Verse 3]
When the sheriff came to drag her off
Antony stepped between the men
He took one blow, then stood back up
And wouldn’t let the old hurt win
They left at dawn with one small case
And two worn coats against the cold
No church bells marked their leaving town
Just hoofbeats down the western road
[Outro]
Antony Muqueta rides on slow
Rosalie’s hand tucked in his own
The past still follows, mean and near
But he ain’t facing it alone
[Verse 1] Antony kept the chapel key And Sunday dust upon his sleeve Till one black night the bell rope swung Though no one stood beneath the tongue A child’s red ribbon on the floor And blood beneath the sacristy door By dawn he’d left the collar there And took the road with silent prayer [Chorus] Now they call him Antony Muqueta Fists like stones and a preacher’s stare He rides where the old trails disappear With a ruined cross he won’t quite wear Then a saloon girl named Rosalie Poured him rye and looked straight through Said, “A man can lay his burden down” He said, “I might, if you ask me to” [Verse 2] He crossed the plains on a chestnut mare Past dry creek beds and wanted men In a border town he fought for pay And broke a bully’s grin in ten Rosalie kept the house of cards Where miners wagered dust and rings She laughed like she had outlived storms And knew the price of gentler things [Chorus] Now they call him Antony Muqueta Fists like stones and a preacher’s stare He rides where the old trails disappear With a ruined cross he won’t quite wear Then a saloon girl named Rosalie Poured him rye and looked straight through Said, “A man can lay his burden down” He said, “I might, if you ask me to” [Bridge] He told her what the dark had done How fear had made a coward pray She held his hand till morning came And never asked him to explain [Verse 3] When the sheriff came to drag her off Antony stepped between the men He took one blow, then stood back up And wouldn’t let the old hurt win They left at dawn with one small case And two worn coats against the cold No church bells marked their leaving town Just hoofbeats down the western road [Outro] Antony Muqueta rides on slow Rosalie’s hand tucked in his own The past still follows, mean and near But he ain’t facing it aloneAntony kept the chapel key
And Sunday dust upon his sleeve
Till one black night the bell rope swung
Though no one stood beneath the tongue
A child’s red ribbon on the floor
And blood beneath the sacristy door
By dawn he’d left the collar there
And took the road with silent prayer
[Chorus]
Now they call him Antony Muqueta
Fists like stones and a preacher’s stare
He rides where the old trails disappear
With a ruined cross he won’t quite wear
Then a saloon girl named Rosalie
Poured him rye and looked straight through
Said, “A man can lay his burden down”
He said, “I might, if you ask me to”
[Verse 2]
He crossed the plains on a chestnut mare
Past dry creek beds and wanted men
In a border town he fought for pay
And broke a bully’s grin in ten
Rosalie kept the house of cards
Where miners wagered dust and rings
She laughed like she had outlived storms
And knew the price of gentler things
[Chorus]
Now they call him Antony Muqueta
Fists like stones and a preacher’s stare
He rides where the old trails disappear
With a ruined cross he won’t quite wear
Then a saloon girl named Rosalie
Poured him rye and looked straight through
Said, “A man can lay his burden down”
He said, “I might, if you ask me to”
[Bridge]
He told her what the dark had done
How fear had made a coward pray
She held his hand till morning came
And never asked him to explain
[Verse 3]
When the sheriff came to drag her off
Antony stepped between the men
He took one blow, then stood back up
And wouldn’t let the old hurt win
They left at dawn with one small case
And two worn coats against the cold
No church bells marked their leaving town
Just hoofbeats down the western road
[Outro]
Antony Muqueta rides on slow
Rosalie’s hand tucked in his own
The past still follows, mean and near
But he ain’t facing it alone
音樂風格
Dark country ballad, dusty frontier waltz with a slow loping pulse, low baritone lead vocal with weathered close-mic del
