I don’t blame you for what he’s taken

Just ain’t worth his life, hallelujah

I can’t let you kill a man tonight

‘Cause I’m all that you have left

And you’re standing on the edge

Of the color red

The gloom of a neon sign

You’ve got no good on your mind

And I hear the color red

Saw your name and a smile in there

Even had her own back chair

And I hear the color red

I don’t blame you but what he’s taken

Just ain’t worth his life, hallelujah

I can’t let you kill a man tonight

‘Cause I’m all that you have left

And you’re standing on the edge

Of the color red

A.45 on the shotgun seat

Cold steel just a-needing heat

And I hear the color red

Traitor’s case on an innocent cheek

Stole the lamp, brought the knee gold deep

And I hear the color red

I don’t blame you, but what he’s taken

Just ain’t worth his life, hallelujah

I can’t let you kill a man tonight

‘Cause I’m all that you have left

And you’re standing on the edge

Of the color red

I hear the color red

Down at the coffee shop, hear the man talking

He pats you on the back while he’s picking your pocket

I hear the color red

Blood in the water, big red tractor

Auctioneer chants like a band man’s laughter

I hear the color red

And I know sometimes, a brother needs a helping hand

It may be a sin, but I’m sure the Lord will understand

Why I had to steal your gun

I don’t blame you, but what he’s taken

Just ain’t worth his life, hallelujah

I can’t let you go out there tonight

‘Cause I’m all that you have left

And you’re standing on the edge

Of the color red

The color red

The color red

The color red