I’m riding on my old grey mare
Into the setting sun
I take my time and I don’t care
‘Though they say I’d better run
I know they’ll get me in the end
Wherever I may hide
I’m dying sitting on my horse
I don’t want to hide

My old grey mare she knows the way
To where I used to be
I want to say a last good-bye
To the forest and the sea
But we can’t find the old oak tree
The forest it’s all gone
I’m riding lonely through the night
My life is almost done

I’m standing on the mountain side
I see the lights below
This town it used to be my home
t’is no more al place to go
My friends have died or gone away
Or they live in misery
Where cattle strolled the open land
There’s now farm factories

My family had worked the land
For several hundred years
IN wintertime when I was free
I watched the Wolfes and Bears
The rich men came and stole the land
There was no place for us to be
And then one day, I found my dad
Hanging from the old oak tree.

In the hills I saw the rich old men
Hunting just for fun
They killed my friends the Wolfes and Bears
My old friends are all gone
And then one day I met the man
Who once had killed my dad
I got my gun, took good aim
And the factory boss was dead

I’m riding on my old grey mare
Into the setting sun
I take my time and I don’t care
‘Though they say I’d better run
I know they’ll get me in the end
Wherever I may hide
I’m dying sitting on my horse
I don’t want to hide.

I saw the springtime proud and strong
The sky was blue and wide
In summertime, when I was young
I began my ride
I learned a lot ‘bout love and life
And I began to see
The autumn winds were strong and wild
I didn’t bend my knee

I’m waiting at the riverbank
For they who’re after me
There twenty men across the plain
There guns is all I see
They hoist they’re guns I see my dad
In a twinkle of my brain
I hear the shot, I feel the pain
I would kill that man again.

Copyright 2020 by Tom Wolf