They’ll fence you in, a thousand times again.
And come what may, don’t listen to them.
Did it go wrong? Shadows and shade.
Best not forget, those things I said.
Did you catch her name? I don’t believe you.
When it’s all the same, it can’t be true.
It can’t be true, it can’t be true.
CH:
Brave is free so writes the song.
The open range will make you strong.
Of what remains we ride at dawn.
V2:
He had it comin’, for what he done.
But for this crime, we’ll spare the gun.
A passing storm, swept ‘neath the rug.
It still won’t hide, what’s in the blood.
Of what remains…
