Barefoot Mccoy Circle The Wagons Lyrics

1845 and I'm not well
This crowed town has gone to hell
The ground is dry and crackin' up
The world we have is not enough

Daddy called me to his dyin' side
Said, 'son please leave this place behind...'
'take the wagon, hit the trail'
'and when the devil's on your tail'

Circle the wagons
Grab my daddy's gun
Life out on the trail ain't
All that easy son

Danger greets you in the mornin'
And it don't sleep at night
Find a shootin' star
To be your guide and light

It takes more than a man
To fight the good fight

Fourteen weeks of death out in the wild
I'm nothin' but a poor lost child
This way of life has had it's way
I hear dad say, 'you'll be okay'

I look out into the open space
Where we will build our restin' place
And then I hear a gunshot crack
I stop the wagon and turn back

Circle the wagons
Grab my daddy's gun
Life out on the trail ain't
All that easy son

Danger greets you in the mornin'
And it don't sleep at night
Find a shootin' star
To be your guide and light

It takes more than a man
To fight the good fight

I know at the time I felt like I was all alone
But ten years down the line I learned to call this place my home

I know I'm alive and I can tell
When I go to that wishin' well
And see the water's crystal clear
I close my eyes and dad's right here

He 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 wagons
Grab my daddy's gun
Life out on the trail ain't
All that easy son

Danger greets you in the mornin'
And it don't sleep at night
Find a shootin' star
To be your guide and light

It takes more than a man...
It takes more than a man
To fight the good fight

1855 and I'm alive