| the truth comes out as the fire burns low
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| it comes to light as only embers glow
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| the whiskey talks, the west wind moans in the night
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| the deadfall’s gathered and the branches are cut
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| kindling crackles and the smoke curls up the small sticks catch then the bigger stuff will burn
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| chinook dies down as the dark descends
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| pine has burned, the ash has cleansed
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| the message smolders, is lost, but finally sent
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| connie says she’s never seen the cougars so bold
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| they’re comin in the yard and they’re stealin young colts
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| they drag em in the brush with the claws sunk in their nose
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| the weather’s been funny thirty years or so the winters got warm, not as much snow
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| hear the big cats comin cuz there’s nowhere left to go you gotta look out for bear when you’re fishing on lee’s creek
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| they’ll come round the bend and they’ll make your knees weak
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| there’s grizzlies where there was no grizzly bears before
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| half heard voices from the ghosts, from the graves
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| the grandfathers tell us at the mouths of the caves
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| only old chiefs older than jesus can save us now, if we’re lucky
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| white man light a big fire, stay cold
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| the red man’s warmer, but the old man’s old
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| the antelope seeks the buffalo in the night
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| the antelope mourns the buffalo in the night |