Cactus Black
Las Cruces is a concept record about a fugitive cowboy's journey through lo… Read Full Bio ↴Las Cruces is a concept record about a fugitive cowboy's journey through loss and isolation. After a grave altercation left blood on Cactus' hands, he was forced to take to the road for preservation of his own life. So it goes. Las Cruces is filled with the imagery of deserts, vultures, rattlers, god, the devil, whiskey, and the road. Some storytelling, some revenge, some redemption, and keepin ahead of the Sheriff's guns...naturally.
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Clay Blackwell, also known as Cactus Black, is what some lawmen might call a fugitive. A little while back, ol' Cactus took to the road for preservation of his own life. Back in Las Cruces, his old hometown, he took the life of a man that he found in bed with his wife. Unfortunately, that man turned out to be the sheriff's only son. Now, Cactus just goes town to town, playing a few tunes, trying to stay ahead of the sheriff's guns. So it goes. Las Cruces is an attempt to chronicle his journeys.
Cactus Black - Guitars, vocals
Sunday the Drifter - Drums, accordion, bells, chains
Randy Heck - Bass, backing vox
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Clay Blackwell, also known as Cactus Black, is what some lawmen might call a fugitive. A little while back, ol' Cactus took to the road for preservation of his own life. Back in Las Cruces, his old hometown, he took the life of a man that he found in bed with his wife. Unfortunately, that man turned out to be the sheriff's only son. Now, Cactus just goes town to town, playing a few tunes, trying to stay ahead of the sheriff's guns. So it goes. Las Cruces is an attempt to chronicle his journeys.
Cactus Black - Guitars, vocals
Sunday the Drifter - Drums, accordion, bells, chains
Randy Heck - Bass, backing vox
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Cactus Black Lyrics
Please Take Me Home Well I've purged my soul to that preacher man He said…
The Bounty on My Head The dogs are coming Lord they've picked up My scent The g…
The Day the Rio Grande Ran Red We sat on the bank Of the Rio Grande Guns at our…
Whiskey and a Guitar Well, I seen a man breathe his last breath And I've…