lyrics
It was a soaked summer's morn',
when one solemn oath was sworn,
inside my mind and yourn,
that we would ride the storm.
There was an old man in Colorado,
drunk with the dogs and me,
passing Old Windsor to the Alaskan,
oh, the trouble he'd seen.
We were carousing with some Mexicans,
wincing with the liquor,
hollering harps from the balcony,
they asked the lawman to shoot me.
Whistle in the black hills with the cavalry,
ringing the burned Ponderosa,
and smelling the soot in the breeze,
and feeling far and free.
I fell in love in Kansas,
lost in the eyes of a waitress,
oh, how I wished she'd ride with me.
She sat smoking as I was leaving.
credits
from
Andrew Joseph Weaver,
track released June 1, 2009
A. Joseph Weaver - guitar, vocals
David Zeidman - drums
Michael Krochta - bass
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