1845 and Iâ??m not well
This crowed town has gone to hell
The ground is dry and crackinâ?? up

The world we have is not enough

Daddy called me to his dyinâ?? side

Said, â??son please leave this place behindâ?¦â?
â??take the wagon, hit the trailâ?
â??and when the devilâ??s on your tailâ?


Circle the wagons
Grab my daddyâ??s gun

Life out on the trail ainâ??t
All that easy son


Danger greets you in the morninâ??
And it donâ??t sleep at night
Find a shootinâ?? star

To be your guide and light

It takes more than a man

To fight the good fight

Fourteen weeks of death out in the wild

Iâ??m nothinâ?? but a poor lost child
This way of life has had it's way
I hear dad say, â??youâ??ll be okayâ?


I look out into the open space
Where we will build our restinâ?? place

And then I hear a gunshot crack
I stop the wagon and turn back


Circle the wagons
Grab my daddyâ??s gun
Life out on the trail ainâ??t

All that easy son

Danger greets you in the morninâ??

And it donâ??t sleep at night
Find a shootinâ?? star
To be your guide and light


It takes more than a man
To fight the good fight


I know at the time I felt like I was all alone
But ten years down the line I learned to call this place my home


I know Iâ??m alive and I can tell
When I go to that wishinâ?? well

And see the waterâ??s crystal clear
I close my eyes and dadâ??s right here


He smiles and he pats me on the back
â??son youâ??ve taken quite a path,
I know that heart of yours still hurts�

And I still hear my fatherâ??s words...

Circle the wagons

Grab my daddyâ??s gun
Life out on the trail ainâ??t
All that easy son


Danger greets you in the morninâ??
And it donâ??t sleep at night

Find a shootinâ?? star
To be your guide and light


It takes more than a man...
It takes more than a man
To fight the good fight


1855 and Iâ??m alive