Four Wild Horses

(David Munyon / S.P. Standley)
...this is a story song, about the Old West...
Four wild horses follow me
As I ride this trail of misery
Four wild horses follow me
And I'll ride to hell to set you free
You were just a young girl
With your brother and your doll
Westward ho so many heard the call
A covered wagon a blazing in the night
Was your last scene of freedom and her fight
I heard of you passing for a Cheyenne chiefs's son
From some trader made his money in rot gut
I went to the valley they called Bitter Creek
You'd left three weeks before tears on your cheeks
In the middle of snow storm in the middle of the night
You were there telling me that you were alright
Then like a monster invading our dream
I awoke ten years later hearing your screams
At last I found you in the spring of '83
A Cheyenne princess you still looked to me
I walked up to you and looked into your eyes
My little girl finally by her daddy's side
Four wild horses follow me
As I ride this trail to misery
Four wild horses follow me
And I'll ride to hell to set you free
Four wild horses in retreat
As we both ride home to victory
Four wild horses finally sleep
Love will survive if you believe
David Munyon: vocal guitar
Chris Jones: guitar
Mike Silver: backing vocals
Beo Brockhausen: didgeridoo
Hans-J?rg Maucksch: bass