Ode To Django (The D Is Silent) "Mr. Wilson!" “ "Good morning innkeeper! Two beers for two weary travelers" “ "Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, what the hell you think you doing, boy?" “ "Get that nigger out of here!" “ "Where life has little value, prepare the death" “ "Another day, another death" “ "Another dollar" “ He who go through snow, rain, mountain or ice Nothing can block ya, this path of vengeance There's no repenting, he came to deliver Out the death sentence, on enemies Blood stains on the cotton field by the cotton mill Cold steel keep the body hot, they rot in hell 36 lashes on his back, left gashes Every crack of the whip, he got mental flashes They interrupt his baby making, and his lady's taken To a far off place, more north and more forsaken Lord help these fools, they be dead man Bout to put a third hole in their Klan headbands The slug make his whole mug disconnected "Django, I think you should make a last request" “Django， "I'm going to find you anyway I can" “ They learn to shoot, doing the dead man tango "They praying to kill, I don't mind" “ He's wild like a wild durango "It's a smart thing to do when you know that death is coming for you" “ "How come you haven't got your burial suit with you?" “ "We'll have to leave you to the vultures" “ Tie you up, have you hung from his lasso The D is silent, hear the noise from his barrel D Learned to shoot and do the dead man tango Tie you up, have you hung from the lasso Give him a gun, and he gets paid just to blast you And drag you through the valley of death like ruined cattle Drag you through the valley of death, like ruined cattle The D is silent, hear the noise from the barrel D And whistle of the song, like a ******* carol In the eyes of the sparrow Every father would love to overthrow a tyrant Neither snow, rain, mountain or ice can block my path of vengeance There's no repenting, I'm giving you the death sentence Blood stains on the cotton field, in the cotton mill Cold steel heat your body up, may you rot in hell 36 lashes, on my back, left gashes For every crack of the whip, I felt mental flashes Interrupt my baby making, have my ladies taken To a place far up north and more forsaken Lord, help this fool he's a dead man Bout to put another hole in his Klan headband The slug'll make his whole mug disconnected I learnt to shoot the dead man with a tango "Django, I think you should make a last request" “Django， "I'll be glad to oblige you, anyway I can" “ "You can start praying if you like, I don't mind" “ "It's a smart thing to do when you know that death is coming for you" “ "How come you haven't got your burial suit with ya" “ "We'll have you leave you to the vultures" “ "Where life has little value, prepare the death" “