Dead Horse Creek - Boxes of Pine

Oh the wind's blowin' bitter o'er these barren plains
The sweat from our palms now is froze to the reigns
And the saddlebag cash surely sets us at ease
But our hearts are still cold like these skeleton trees

We burnt down a man in the town left behind
There's fatherless family, we're fresh on their minds
Told 'em hands up, boy, he must've been dim
Cause he reached for his pistol, no Christmas for him

O, Holy night how them stars do brightly shine
Higgins Boys are still bloody around Christmas time
We'll wrap up your loved ones in boxes of pine
We'll wrap up your loved ones in boxes of pine

O, Holy night how them stars do brightly shine
Higgins Boys are still bloody around Christmas time
We'll wrap up your loved ones in boxes of pine
We'll wrap up your loved ones in boxes of pine

Written by:
Glen Hargis

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