Wagon Train Lyrics - Squeeze

(difford/tilbrook) 

There's smoke in the hills 

And prints on the path 

The moon dangles 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 

Men have their thoughts and plans to decide 

And the dust brings the thirst to the mouths open wide 

The wagon train leaves the hills 

As the gold hits the fever 

The wagon train tips the scales 

Wagon train you can keep her 

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There's gold in them hills 

It's treasure to claim 

A 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 

Like the bellies that feast on a meal that is humble 

And the rain slashing down as I shave off my stubble 

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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 in sleeping 

Not even the wind from the rocks is left breathing