Warrior Creek

Warrior Creek
copywrite: Donald M. Nivens Jr. 2013 (BMI)

Oh you wake to the morning to start a new day
Saddle your horse put your bed roll at bay,
You wash from your sleep, the crusty hard sleep from your eyes
And the embers still burn from the nights warming fire
Stale coffee reeks through the frost in the air
You search the horizon in vain for a new sign of hope
Down on Warrior Creek man the depression sets in
When you’re riding all day with your face in the wind
Through the nights bitter cold in the wind and the snow and the rain
And the wind it does howl in the valleys and plains
And you want to go home in the worst kind of way
Cause your lady in waiting is waiting for you all in pain

Down on Warrior Creek baby the moon ever cries
And the stars are a **** of hope in the night
The wind is your song and the howls little more
Than a fright by the fire that burns ever deep in your mind

You continue along with those thoughts in your head
While you’re riding all day with your face in the wind
Through the nights bitter cold in the wind and the snow and the rain
And your woman’s at home with your baby at breast
And she waits patiently by the fire with her best
For the day you’ll relieve her of all of her long lonely nights
And the wind it does howl in the valleys and plains
And you want to go home in the worst kind of way
But the gallows await you for something that you haven’t done

Down on Warrior Creek baby the moon ever cries
And the stars are a **** of hope in the night
The wind is your song and the howls little more
Than a fright by the fire that burns ever deep in your mind