The Great Disappointment - White Sierra

Are you men from California?
Or were you sent from Heaven?
It's been a cold black winter in the White Sierra

Come October, ten feet of snow
Come November, ten feet of snow
We ate up the seed corn, ten feet of snow
Ten feet of snow
Ten feet of snow

I have tasted bread
Since late last summer
But I can still remember how it felt on my tongue

Come December, ten feet of snow
Come the new year, ten feet of snow
We slaughtered the mule team, ten feet of snow
Ten feet of snow
Ten feet of snow

Is a six-inch rut in the Wasatch mud
The only mark I'll ever leave?
Just a six-inch rut in the Wasatch mud

We left God behind in Kansas
And then again in Laramie
With a broke-spoke wheel and my baby sister's bones

Can't dig a grave here, ten feet of snow
Can't dig a grave here, ten feet of snow
We don't belong here, ten feet of snow

We don't belong here
We don't belong here
We don't belong here, ten feet of snow

Written by:
Patton Price

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