Widow Mtn. Waltz

The man you love
Has gone, my dear
He's waltzed into the wind

That train sounds off
Most every night
And it whistles right through your skin

The nights they grow
So long, so cold
The blankets they wear thin

She weeps by her door with a 12 gauge in hand
In case he ever shows up again
She weeps by her door with a 12 gauge in hand
Dreams that he's there with her now

He helped dig his grave
With his cold, calloused hands
And whispers I'm watching you now

Cause the man you love
Has gone, my dear
He's waltzed into the wind

That train sounds off
Most every night
And it whistles right through your skin

So batter down
The mountain, my love
Fight for what you hold so dear

These hills are alive
With the lies that he told you
Right before he disappeared

And sleep like you haven't
In years, my love
Dream that he's right there beside

These nights grow so cold
And these nights grow so long
But your shotgun shoots 16 men wide

Cause the man you love
Has gone, my dear
He's waltzed into the wind

That train sounds off
Most every night
And it whistles right through your skin