Song Lyrics
there s a strange blue light neath the last blood moon
urban poisons kill me transfuse me with the blood of the land
There s a strange blue light neath the last blood moon, toss a wind-burned penny down a dry stock well
on the eastbound freeway through the urban yell
It s a little like heaven south of the dell, if you don t make it back again i ll see you in hell
Cedar mountains heal me hold me in your dry and barren hands, there s a strange blue light neath the last blood moon
they re a picture of heaven south of the dell
it s a little like heaven south of the dell
but it can get a little western south of the dell
There s a strange blue light neath the last blood moon, toss a wind-burned penny down a dry stock well
He s a half blood mustang he s a wild unyielding force, cedar mountains heal me hold me in your dry and barren hands, toss a wind-burned penny down a dry stock well
If you don t make it back again i ll see you in hell, to the edge of the world and back again Hill, toss a wind-burned penny down a dry stock well
when you start to gather you begin to gel
But it can get a little western south of the dell, if you don t make it back again i ll see you in hell, push a first-calf heifer to the brandin pen
And the mayhem traffic and the urban yell, fades into silence south of the dell Dell, push a first-calf heifer to the brandin pen
Like a choir from heaven south of the dell, it s a little like heaven south of the dell, push a first-calf heifer to the brandin pen
And the mayhem traffic and the urban yell, urban poisons kill me transfuse me with the blood of the land
To the edge of the world and back again, and the bawlin babies brand-burned to hell, there s a strange blue light neath the last blood moon
Heaven will be waitin south of the dell, in a bar top trailer there s a range bred horse
Fades into silence south of the dell, fades into silence south of the dell Hill, like a choir from heaven south of the dell
Like a choir from heaven south of the dell, take a drag on the free wind south of the dell, to the edge of the world and back again
toss a wind-burned penny down a dry stock well
toss a wind-burned penny down a dry stock well
There s a strange blue light neath the last blood moon, and your circlin pardners man they ride so well, take a drag on the free wind south of the dell
Push a first-calf heifer to the brandin pen, but it can get a little western south of the dell
Push a first-calf heifer to the brandin pen, they re a picture of heaven south of the dell
Push a first-calf heifer to the brandin pen, in a bar top trailer there s a range bred horse The, in a bar top trailer there s a range bred horse
and the bawlin babies brand-burned to hell
it s a little like heaven south of the dell