Black Hills

As the cold wind it chills my bones
And as I walk into the unknown
My daddy was a bare knuckle fighting man
He taught me how to stand my ground
He was raised high up in them hills
Where the trees fall and the blood it does spill
And it runs red down on the old black hills
Down on the old black hills
Down on the old black hills

My mumma was the best shot around
The people they move when she walk into town
Under that blood red summer the sky
She shot two down yeah I remember their cries

As the cold wind it chills my bones
And as I walk into the unknown
And the blood runs red down on the old black hills
Down on the old black hills
Where the crows nest and the rattle snakes live
Down on the old black hills

Down on the old black hills
Down on the old black hills
Down on the old black hills
Down on the old black hills
Down on the old black hills

Down on the old black hills
Down on the old black hills
Where the crows nest and the rattle snakes live



Credits
Writer(s): David Easton
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