Vito McCartney - The North Wind

The North Wind, The North Wind they come with a chill
Cold-blooded killers, they know how to spill
Ride like a dust storm, over the plains
Tall with the feathers, they come for
Our names

Ooo's

Ridin' further on down the line
We hear a poor woman, she screams for her life
Know it's them Injun, the tomahawks they throw
I reach for my repeater and away, they go

Ooo's

Down this hell, we come across a camp
Abandoned, lonesome, full of sin
Rustlers and bandits, roaming the plains
Snaggin' your Cattle, your Horse
All the same

Ooo's

The North Wind, The North Wind they come with a chill
Cold-blooded killers, they know how to spill
Ride like a dust storm, over the plains
Tall with the feathers, they come for
Our names

Ooo's

Written by:
Vito McCartney

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