Ode to Saint Denis
(hmmmm) Outlaws on a fading trail
Running from the modern day
Beneath a dying western sun
We watch the wild gold turn to grey
May the wind rise up to meet you
As the final shadows fall (ohhh)
Ride on through the golden meadows
Heed the red dead's calling call
A heavy cough upon the wind
A final ride to find the light
We gave our all to family
And faced the coming of the night
May the wind rise up to meet you
As the final shadows fall (ohhh)
Ride on through the golden meadows
Heed the red dead's calling call
Ride on... (hmmm)