Barefoot McCoy - Circle The Wagons Lyrics
1845 and I’m not wellThis crowed town has gone to hellThe ground is dry and crackin’ upThe world we have is not enoughDaddy called me to his dyin’ sideSaid, “son please leave this place behind…”“take the wagon, hit the trail”“and when the devil’s on your tail”Circle the wagonsGrab my daddy’s gunLife out on the trail ain’tAll that easy sonDanger greets you in the mornin’And it don’t sleep at nightFind a shootin’ starTo be your guide and lightIt takes more than a manTo fight the good fightFourteen weeks of death out in the wildI’m nothin’ but a poor lost childThis way of life has had it's wayI hear dad say, “you’ll be okay”I look out into the open spaceWhere we will build our restin’ placeAnd then I hear a gunshot crackI stop the wagon and turn backCircle the wagonsGrab my daddy’s gunLife out on the trail ain’tAll that easy sonDanger greets you in the mornin’And it don’t sleep at nightFind a shootin’ starTo be your guide and lightIt takes more than a manTo fight the good fightI know at the time I felt like I was all aloneBut ten years down the line I learned to call this place my homeI know I’m alive and I can tellWhen I go to that wishin’ wellAnd see the water’s crystal clearI close my eyes and dad’s right hereHe smiles and he pats me on the back“son you’ve taken quite a path,I know that heart of yours still hurts”And I still hear my father’s words...Circle the wagonsGrab my daddy’s gunLife out on the trail ain’tAll that easy sonDanger greets you in the mornin’And it don’t sleep at nightFind a shootin’ starTo be your guide and lightIt takes more than a man...It takes more than a manTo fight the good fight1855 and I’m alive
