Horseshoe Bluff | Dark Country Outlaw Western | Deadbone Raw

With the law closing in, a band of outlaws buries their stolen silver beneath Horseshoe Bluff, marking the spot with an iron horseshoe. They swear never to return, leaving the desert to guard a fortune that may become a legend of the Old West. Some treasures are worth a fortune. Others are worth keeping buried. 🎸 Dark Country • Outlaw Country • Western Ballad • Dark Americana Subscribe to Deadbone Raw for more outlaw legends and untamed western stories. #DeadboneRaw The heavy bags of silver are too cumbersome to ride, With federales searching every canyon far and wide. We pull our tired horses by the shape of horseshoe rock, Where the towering stone formation stops the ticking clock. We grab our heavy shovels from the bottom of the cart, Digging through the gravel with a beating, anxious heart. The sun is sinking lower and it paints the desert red, Throwing out long shadows where the wicked men have bled. We drop the wooden chests deep underneath the heavy clay, Hoping that the fortune safely hidden there will stay. We carve an iron horseshoe on the surface of the stone, Leaving our black treasure in the badlands all alone. No one else will ever find the riches in the sand, Buried by the outlaws in a wild and empty land. Oh, we're burying the gold by the horseshoe rock tonight, Hiding all the silver from the lawman's greedy sight. In a secret canyon where the desert winds blow cold, Resting with the shadows of the legendary gold. Oh, we're burying the gold by the horseshoe rock tonight, Hiding all the silver from the lawman's greedy sight. In a secret canyon where the desert winds blow cold, Resting with the shadows of the legendary gold. We mount our empty horses and we ride in separate ways, Splitting up the danger for the coming wicked days. We swore a solemn oath upon the iron in our hand, Never to return and never tell across the land. Let the desert take the secret and the canyon keep the prize, Hidden far away from any greedy hanging eyes. The possey can go searching through the borders of the state, Finding nothing waiting but an empty iron gate. I ride across the river as the stars begin to glow, Leaving all the riches where the desert waters flow. Another classic story of the outlaws on the run, Fading in the shadows at the setting of the sun. The legend lives in whispers through the rugged mountain pass, Where the treasure sleeps beneath the dry and golden grass. Oh, we're burying the gold by the horseshoe rock tonight, Hiding all the silver from the lawman's greedy sight. In a secret canyon where the desert winds blow cold, Resting with the shadows of the legendary gold. Oh, we're burying the gold by the horseshoe rock tonight, Hiding all the silver from the lawman's greedy sight. In a secret canyon where the desert winds blow cold, Resting with the shadows of the legendary gold.