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The Pale Rider / Enough To Go Around

from Dark Songs Vol. 4 by Holiday Music Motel

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13. The Pale Rider / Ain't Enough To Go Around (Charles Boheme, Troy Therrien) – Charles Boheme - vocals, acoustic guitar / Troy Therrien - acoustic guitar / Renee de la Boheme - shaker, bass / Mike Bleck - Tibetan bowl / melaniejane - shaker / pat mAcdonald – harmonica / Steve Hamilton - Tibetan bowl / Dan Smrz – percussion

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Sings the pale rider
A pale girl you’ll see
Bleeding silver moon fire
Her soft green eyes, they tease

She then extends her loving hands
Your darkened heart to seize
Come, sings the pale rider
Come ride the world with me

Minnesota prairie, 1931
January drought year
Dead the frozen ground, frozen ground
Frozen ground

I brought my wife and children here
From Nantucket Sound
Hollow eyes, they stare at me
Am lost but they have found
They have found
They all found

Drive my blunt and rusted plow
Pick to break this ground
If I could turn this stone cold earth
I wouldn’t stop ‘til six feet down
Six feet down
Six feet down

My oldest boy, just eighteen
Come August he was drown
Next one down was ten years old
And now he’s heaven bound

Well is frozen solid
Firewood can’t be found
Kids ain’t ate for six long days
Ain’t enough to go around
Go around
Go around

And now three feet of snow today
Fifty miles to town
Hunting ain’t an option now
My 38’s out of rounds
Out of rounds

Night she found my colt here
Six long shells I found
Counting heads in six long beds
There’s enough to go around
They are found
They are found

I’m lost
I’m lost
They are found

Now I’m all alone here
House ain’t got no sound
Ain’t got no more bullets left
Ain’t enough to go around
Go around
Go around
Go around
Go around

“Come within,” said Death. “I will enfold your cold and shuttered heart, and never shall your knife again you see or indeed have need for such crude and human tools. What fools these mortals be, come, you’ll see. Eschew warm life. Fall for me, at my feet, worship, I am the poison nurse of all moon mad men, sleep, forever blessed be. Be free my handsome murderer fine. Come. Come enter me. And mine.”

And when her fingers find you
Your eyes will fade to grey
She’ll lay you down with tenderness
In ashen fields you’ll play

Now comes
The end
Of days

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from Dark Songs Vol. 4, released October 31, 2013

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