Wagon Train Songtext
von Difford & Tilbrook

There′s smoke in the hills
And prints on the path
The moon angles down
On the hyena's laugh
And there are riders with guns by their sides
The wagon train′s full of women and hides
The men drink and smoke to help pass the time
The men have their thoughts and plans to decide
When the dust brings a thirst to the mouths open wide

The wagon train leaves the rails
As the gold hits a fever
The wagon train tips the scales
Wagon train, you can keep her


There's gold in them hills
It's treasure to claim
The ghost in the hillside calls out my name
In the wind a roar as the tumbleweed tumbles
The rocks cast a shadow where the horses have stumbled
And we light up a flame as the sky above rumbles
As it bellies the beast on the meal that is humble
The rain′s lashing down as I shave off my stubble

The wagon train leaves the rails
As the gold hits a fever
The wagon train tips the scales
Wagon train, you can keep her
Wagon train, you can keep her
Wagon train, you can keep her

There′s arrows that fly as guns start to shoot
There's mud in your eye and stones in your boot
With wagons on fire and women left screaming
Some left for dead and others left bleeding
There′s nothing left now and nothing worth keeping
The treasure was trapped and sprung when it was sleeping
Not even the wind from the rocks is left breathing


The wagon train leaves the rails
As the gold hits a fever
The wagon train tips the scales
Wagon train, you can keep her
The wagon train leaves the rails
As the gold hits a fever
The wagon train tips the scales
Wagon train, you can keep her
Wagon train, you can keep her
Wagon train, you can keep her

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