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(David Munyon / S.P. Standley) |
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...this is a story song, about the Old West... |
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Four wild horses follow me |
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As I ride this trail of misery |
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Four wild horses follow me |
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And I'll ride to hell to set you free |
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You were just a young girl |
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With your brother and your doll |
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Westward ho so many heard the call |
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A covered wagon a blazing in the night |
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Was your last scene of freedom and her fight |
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I heard of you passing for a Cheyenne chiefs's son |
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From some trader made his money in rot gut |
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I went to the valley they called Bitter Creek |
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You'd left three weeks before tears on your cheeks |
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In the middle of snow storm in the middle of the night |
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You were there telling me that you were alright |
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Then like a monster invading our dream |
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I awoke ten years later hearing your screams |
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At last I found you in the spring of '83 |
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A Cheyenne princess you still looked to me |
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I walked up to you and looked into your eyes |
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My little girl finally by her daddy's side |
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Four wild horses follow me |
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As I ride this trail to misery |
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Four wild horses follow me |
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And I'll ride to hell to set you free |
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Four wild horses in retreat |
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As we both ride home to victory |
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Four wild horses finally sleep |
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Love will survive if you believe |
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David Munyon: vocal guitar |
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Chris Jones: guitar |
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Mike Silver: backing vocals |
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Beo Brockhausen: didgeridoo |
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Hans-J?rg Maucksch: bass |
