Woorden: Wind Whistles (The). Window Sills. Man By Name Of Denver.

Two hooves upon the plain, two hooves down in the graveyard
My horse does have a name, one undisclosed to me
We wait just by the grave for a man by name of Denver
He brings the ball and chain, one custom-fit for me

My story is a shame that started last November
I pulled into a town, just stopping on my way
My heart fell for a girl of husband, hence the mayor
He found us as we lay, he vowed to shoot me dead

Now the sheriff of this town is a man by name of Denver
Our destinies were bound as the shots rang through the rain
The shootout that he found was in the house of mayor's
One body on the ground, the other ran away

We wait just by the grave for a man by name of Denver
My horse does have a name, one undisclosed to me
One foot upon the plain, one foot down in the graveyard
I bear this ball and chain, it's custom-fit for me

(Thanks to Tom for these lyrics)