The Great Land Rush Of 1866 Lyrics

Don't you worry, that man's got the story
It's tucked in the bag that he carries so close to his thigh
And it's hope that you read in the words that aren't his,
In the script that sits ever so cold

Trust this man, he carries my wishes
Be good to your sister and help every one else to love
With love,
Your mom

And he gave his word, to be there by noon the next day
Even if by his own two legs
So we've got to make haste, beat the sun to the west
So it's not on the blades of your back, you're fiery back

The arctic journey of James Westfall

Maybe this burn is not only on the outside
The freeze can sometimes cut a man in half
Oh you're rocking and pushing to the deep tonight
I want to say we'll brave this crash alive

This call is our distress, save our souls the water is rising
And I won't be staying cause I won't be dying now
All hands abandon ship I've got to get out with the women and children
Cause who's gonna steer them if I'm the one going down

Let it be said the compass led me wrong and I hope you're fine
The bow has broke I see no hope in her pulling through
If only cold could melt these plains then we would make our time
What's left to say the dream's alive as long as I don't die