Wind Whistles Man By Name Of Denver
Two hooves upon the plain, two hooves down in the
graveyard
My horse does have a name, one undisclosed to me
We wait just by the grave for a man by name of Denver
He brings the ball and chain, one custom-fit for me
My story is a shame that started last November
I pulled into a town, just stopping on my way
My heart fell for a girl of husband, hence the mayor
He found us as we lay, he vowed to shoot me dead
Now the sheriff of this town is a man by name of Denver
Our destinies were bound as the shots rang through the
rain
The shootout that he found was in the house of mayor's
One body on the ground, the other ran away
We wait just by the grave for a man by name of Denver
My horse does have a name, one undisclosed to me
One foot upon the plain, one foot down in the graveyard
I bear this ball and chain, it's custom-fit for me
