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Riders On The Storm

at the saloon he blew his top that day a brave soul caught beneath the undertow

we filed into the road on horse back with our gun in the back

heads were swearing up in down as he frowned didn't want to be around

got spurs on my shoes with sweat on my hat the brow permeates an odor

whiskey woman have take me by the hand it was the time we took our stand

so we made our way out on a barrenn path together as riders on the storm

it was coming quick but we kept treading along singing our song

we were back in the saddle again with very close knit friends

a snake suddenly crossed our path was headed side ways

on our way to inter pass number nine with our steel wheel reserve

the storm kept on brewing but we knew what we were doing

folks in these sticks live as hide away hicks getting lost in its fix

a slip of the hand let me help you understand we were a wolf pack head together

was it a mirage we looked ever closer as our horses investigated the odor

we were headed south and the interpass was near a friend took a piss in some clearing

there in the distance stood the sign of inter pass nine we were finally there

one toke over the line sweet Jesus we made it home fine

we were the riders on the storm like a dog without its bone

now was a time of celebration for we made it to our destination

we needed to take a break on a long awaited vacation

just then an evil man pulled out his gun shot some of our men dead

what was going on inside his head had a face full of lead

yet we got revenge and shot him down

never again will I be so king to a stranger in exchange shot us blind