Текст песни RUNNING WILD - Little Big Horn
RUNNING WILD - Little Big Horn слова песни
Текст песни RUNNING WILD - Little Big Horn
Hey Mr. Custer,Why do you dare the hand of fate?The claw of death waits to grabA golden medal, your honor idolizedYour heart is stone, your blood is icedCeaseless rifle fire( )Blowing your dreams awayThe barrels are running hotWhat a painful bloody dayLast fight at little big hornThe hand of death was waitingTo take the soldier blue awayLast fight at little big hornWhere the last command was givenAnd all the soldiers fought in vainThe soldiers are riding, unprepared for the attackA touch of death, the shotguns crackThe blood is flowing, the desert sand turns redWhy did you lead them to this trap?Ceaseless rifle fireBlowing your dreams awayThe barrels are running hotWhat a painful bloody day