Brenn Hill - The Gaping Jaws Of Hell lyrics

Won't take it in a rest home Sittin' in a wheelchair Seen way too many a good man go down in there I'll take it in the Yellowstone From a Grizzler Bear One arm behind my back and the fight is fair I've seen seventy-one years through an old trail hosses' ears And I'll tell you son that's livin' well And I'll lead my pack string Straight through the gaping jaws of hell Take you to the badlands down in South Dakoteo And I'll tell you 'bout the good old days of the rodeo Or take you to the grand land north west of Codyo Leave behind your cell phone and your radio 'Cause there's nothin' to fear God lives up here And I'll tell you son He's livin' well Leadin' me and my pack string Straight through the gaping jaws of hell Tell me I got cancer Here's your answer Black cowboy coffee 'round the fire This old mustang runs on pure desire I've seen seventy-one years through an old trail hosses' ears And I'll tell you son that's livin' well And I'll lead my pack string Straight through the gaping jaws of hell Yeah I'll lead my pack string Straight through the gaping jaws of hell