Brenn Hill The Dell
Verse 1:
It's a little like Heaven south of the Dell
In the middle of April though you're a hundred hard miles from Hell
And the mayhem traffic and the urban yell
Fades into silence south of the Dell
In a bar top trailer there's a range bred horse
He's a half blood mustang; he's a wild unyielding force
When you start to gather you begin to gel
But it can get a little western south of the Dell
Chorus 1:
If it rains all night it'll be dry by noon
There's a strange blue light ‘neath the last blood moon
And the bawlin' babies brand-burned to Hell
Like a choir from Heaven south of the Dell
Verse 2:
Dust devil goes dancin' cross the Valley of the Skull
Toss a wind-burned penny down a dry stock well
Push a first-calf heifer to the brandin' pen
To the edge of the world and back again
Chorus 2:
If it rains all night it'll be dry by noon
There's a strange blue light ‘neath the last blood moon
And your circlin' pardners man they ride so well
They're a picture of heaven south of the Dell
Bridge:
Cedar Mountains heal me hold me in your dry and barren hands
Urban poisons kill me; transfuse me with the blood of the land
Final Verse:
Take a drag on the free wind south of the Dell
If you don't make it back again I'll see you in Hell
On the eastbound freeway through the urban yell
Heaven will be waitin' south of the Dell