Fidelity, orthodoxy, and other felonies.

Entrance to Mt. Moriah Cemetery aka "Deadwood Mountain"

Over at the Crescat's blog, she has a saying that has stuck with me since my first days blogging:

"The time of persecution is coming. If brought up on charges of being a Catholic I hope there's enough evidence to convict me."

I guess we all have our faults.

I've been a rambler, all my life
Been a bet it all gambler
Yeah I let it all ride
Never been afraid of losin
Yeah there's been times I've lost it all
But it wont really matter
Someday when I'm gone

You can bury me on Deadwood Mountain
By my brother Wild Bill and sister Calamity Jane
Don't bring me no flowers
Just a six gun smokin
Put me eight feet down
When you bury me
Put me eight feet down
When you bury me

When your heart runs deeper
Then a ghost town gold mine
You just know your bound to find that motherload
You'll spend your last heartbeat chasing after rainbows
No there's no place you won't go
To win one more time

You can bury me on Deadwood Mountain
By my brother Wild Bill and sister Calamity Jane
Don't bring me no flowers
Just a six gun smokin
Put me eight feet down
When you bury me
Put me eight feet down
When you bury me

And cover me a little extra deep
Cause that's the only way
I'm ever gonna rest in peace

Lyrics: Deawood Mountain, by: Big & Rich

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