Red Right Hand

Take a little walk to the edge of town Go across the tracks Where the viaduct looms Like a bird of doom As it shifts and cracks Where secrets lie in the border fires In the humming wires Man, you know You're never coming back On a gathering storm comes A tall handsome man In a dusty black coat With a red right hand Where the viaduct looms Like a bird of doom As it shifts and cracks Where secrets lie in the border fires In the humming wires Man, you know You're never coming back On a gathering storm comes A tall handsome man In a dusty black coat With a red right hand