Good evening ladies and gentlemen,
Welcome weary travellers and enthusiastic drinkers one and all.
My name is Dorian Bertanzini. Troubadour extraordinaire.
Tonight, I’ll be your entertainment and music will be your refuge from the long road.
I’m going to start off with a ditty that’s popular around these parts. Maybe you know it maybe you don’t…
When the sun goes down and the night is near
When the bravest souls lock their doors in fear
When the moon is full and the monsters roam
When children daren’t go out alone
The Man In Black rides into town
Sharp as a crow searching for his crown
When the stars shine bright in the sky on high
When the prairies ring with the coyote’s cry
When widows mourn for husbands lost
When beasts spill blood at any cost
The Man In Black rides with his gun
Hunting ‘til the job is done
When the light goes out and torches burn
When every road is another wrong turn
When evil stalks in the darkest place
When people disappear without a trace
The Man In Black rides into death
Ready to take his final breath
When the night is gone and morning shines
When the trees are silent as warning signs
When folk are free and life is good
When songs are sung and fists knock on wood
The Man In Black rides on his way
‘Til shadows fall another day