Grand Archives - Louis Riel lyrics

Silver lines are drawn wrapped in golden twine, I've heard tell of you in ways you would deny Ba da dum ba da dum ba da da da dum Hung by a rope where the railroad will surely come by. I've listened way too long to all your stolen lines, the railroad soon will own all you've left behind. Ba da dum ba da dum ba da da da dum Hung by a rope where the railroad will surely come by. Hang there, all alone