Big Green Country

Across the plain flew the lone grey rider, leather bag pounding on his back

Above the clouds the moon was climbing higher, a pack of wolves wanted their money back.



With folded arms the chief stood watching, painted braves slid down the hill

In his ears the spirit talking, as they closed in for an easy kill.



At the house, the door was wide open, wind blew curtains off the rod

She was waiting and hoping, she was praying to her god.



He was luckier than most men, he was barely in his prime

As she stood in the doorway, her long dress flowing, he would make it this time.



Over the hill in the big green country, that's the place where the cancer cowboys ride

Pure as driven snow before it got him, sometimes I feel like he's all right.



Sometimes I feel like a piece of paper, sometimes i feel like my own name

Sometimes I feel different later, sometimes I feel I feel just the same.


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