The Snowstorm

On his way to the Whiskey Gap

On the Milk River Ridge to a beautiful wife

Daughters who won’t recognize him for their life

He comes by train past the Indian camps

Where they stand, stunned among the buffalo bones

He sits and he drinks and he pines for home

He drinks for the sweet illusion of heat

He drinks to drown the gunfire

Play one for the fallen man

Wounded souls on stolen land

God, please, Jersey cheese!

And a cafe on the corner

A bicycle ride and a fuck in Bouley Bay

The Highland Purge

The Orphans of War

Acres of Dreams

And the promise of MORE

No women allowed, retreat like a coward

He can’t let her see him

He’s pickled but he’s proud

He drinks for the sweet illusion of heat

He drinks to drown the gunfire

Play one for the fallen man

Wounded souls on stolen land

What cruel hand of fate takes a man to a place

Where white horizon meets white sky?

White, white, smothering the eye

He’ll take it slow, stick to what he knows

Have another drink and hope the bomb don’t blow

He drinks for the sweet illusion of heat

He drinks to drown the gunfire

Play one for the fallen man

Wounded souls on stolen land