Four Wild Horses - David Munyon

Four wild horses follow me

As I ride this trail of misery

Four wild horses follow me

And I'll ride to hell to set you free

You were just a young girl

With your brother and your doll

Westward ho so many heard the call

A covered wagon a blazing in the night

Was your last scene of freedom and her fight

Four wild horses follow me

As I ride this trail of misery

Four wild horses follow me

And I'll ride to hell to set you free

I heard of you passing for a Cheyenne chiefs's son

From some trader made his money in rot gut

I went to the valley they called Bitter Creek

You'd left three weeks before tears on your cheeks

Four wild horses follow me

As I ride this trail of misery

Four wild horses follow me

And I'll ride to hell to set you free

In the middle of snow storm in the middle of the night

There were you telling me that you were alright

Then like a monster invading our dream

I awoke ten years later hearing your screams

Four wild horses follow me

As I ride this trail of misery

Four wild horses follow me

And I'll ride to hell to set you free

At last I found you in the spring of '83

A Cheyenne princess you still looked to me

I walked up to you and looked into your eyes

My little girl finally by her daddy's side

Four wild horses follow me

As I ride this trail to misery

Four wild horses follow me

And I'll ride to hell to set you free

Four wild horses follow me

And I'll ride to hell to set you free