Big Green Country

<br>Across the plain flew the lone grey rider<br> Leather bang pounding on his back<br> Above the clouds the moon was climbing higher<br> A pack of wolves wanted their money back<br> <br> With folded arms the chief stood watching<br> Painted braves slipped down the hill<br> In his ears the spirit talking<br> As they closed in<br> For an easy kill<br> <br> At the house the door was wide open<br> Wind blew curtains off the rod<br> She was waiting and hoping<br> She was praying to her god<br> <br> He was luckier than most men<br> He was barely in his prime<br> As she stood their in the doorway<br> Her long dress flowing<br> Would he make it this time<br> <br> [solo]<br> <br> Over the hill in the big green country<br> That`s the place where the cancer cowboy rides<br> Pure as the driven snow before it got him<br> Sometimes I feel like he`s all right<br> <br> Sometimes I feel like a piece of paper<br> Sometimes I feel like my own name<br> Sometimes I feel different later<br> Sometimes I feel<br> I feel just the same<br> <br> [solo]