The North Wind

The North wind, The North wind, they come with a chill
Cold blooded killers, they know how to spill
Ride like a dust storm, over the plains
Tall with the feathers, they come for our names

Riding further, on down the line
I hear a poor woman, she screams for her life
I know it's the feathered, the tomahawks they throw
I reach for my repeater, and away. they go

Down this hell, we come across a camp
Abandoned and lonesome, fool of sin
Rustlers and bandits, roaming the plains
Snaggin' your cattle, your horse, all the same

The North Wind, The North Wind, they come with a chill
Cold blooded killers, they know how to spill
Ride like a dust storm, over the plains
Tall with the feathers, they come for. our names.



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Writer(s): Vito Mccartney
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