The man you love
Has gone, my dear
He's waltzed into the wind
That train sounds off
Most every night
And it whistles right through your skin
The nights they grow
So long, so cold
The blankets they wear thin
She weeps by her door with a 12 gauge in hand
In case he ever shows up again
She weeps by her door with a 12 gauge in hand
Dreams that he's there with her now
He helped dig his grave
With his cold, calloused hands
And whispers I'm watching you now
Cause the man you love
Has gone, my dear
He's waltzed into the wind
That train sounds off
Most every night
And it whistles right through your skin
So batter down
The mountain, my love
Fight for what you hold so dear
These hills are alive
With the lies that he told you
Right before he disappeared
And sleep like you haven't
In years, my love
Dream that he's right there beside
These nights grow so cold
And these nights grow so long
But your shotgun shoots 16 men wide
Cause the man you love
Has gone, my dear
He's waltzed into the wind
That train sounds off
Most every night
And it whistles right through your skin