Wyoming wind,
blow me off this hillside
Dry rolling hills
A thousand thirsty sagebrush
A thousand thirsty sage
ah huh oh
Spirit of this land
loved by its people
shot down by the pioneers
Who drank up all their teardrops
Drank up all their tears
ah huh oh
And the clouds rolled in
and they gathered up all the teardrops
didn't send them down again
And the clouds left town
A thousand thirsty sagebrush waiting on the hallowed ground
A thousand thirsty sagebrush waiting on the hallowed ground
ah huh oh
Story of these hills told by the winds and it's
not forgotten by the plants
not forgotten by the people
not forgotten by the clouds
and the bones buried below
Below
And the fence fell down
and they rounded up all the cattle and took em to the slaughterhouse
And the slaughterhouse fell down
Brick by brick blood on the brick taken back by the ground
Brick by brick blood on the brick taken back by the ground
Brick by brick blood on the brick taken back by the ground
Brick by brick blood on the brick taken back by the ground
ah huh oh
And the clouds rolled in
and they gathered up all the teardrops
didn't send them down again
And the clouds left town
A thousand thirsty sagebrush waiting on the hallowed ground
A thousand thirsty sagebrush waiting on the hallowed ground
A thousand thirsty sagebrush waiting on the hallowed ground
A thousand thirsty sagebrush waiting on the hallowed ground
credits
from Tarantula Arms,
released September 6, 2013
Jenn Rawling: Vocals, Bari Uke
Basho Parks: Vocals
Desi Garcia: Vocals
Inaiah Lujan: Vocals
Chela Lujan: Vocals
Sean Fanning: Upright Bass
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