Death Has Come to Fight
Death Has Come to Fight
Words & Music by: J D Blackfoot © 004 Published by: Tokala Music
First Song Written Jan. 004
What is all of that clatter in the darkness ?
Night rider, I said why do you shout ?
Do you not know death when you hear it ?
That’s just the sound of time runnin’ out.
So skip your silver dollars on the river,
Let the wind blow your gold dust away.
N’ you may have found the right time
For that whiskey you’ve been savin’.
Just Leave your saddle where you left it lay.
Cause Death has come to fight you.
Grandfather can you hear the smoke a-talkin’ ?
I ‘m sorry for the bad things that I done.
Mostly for that chippy up in Deadwood.
Who somehow found the wrong end of my gun.
So I’ll skip my silver dollars on the river.
And let the wind blow my gold dust away.
And I think I found the right time
for that whiskey I’ve been savin’.
You’ll find my saddle where I left it lay.
Cause Death has come to fight me.
Lonely, cold and lonely-
and my blanket is wet from the dew.
And the only thing God that I regret-
it would have been so nice
just to hear from you.
So I’ll skip my silver dollars on the river.
And let the wind blow my gold dust away.
And I think I found the right time
for that whiskey I’ve been savin’.
You’ll find my saddle where I left it lay.
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