Memory Or A Dream

The Weepin' of a willow through a cold December night
Sings the songs of heart ache
And keeps you scattered through the pines
A son of West Nevada, it's the mountain's heart to reap
And if I die before I wake, my soul dear Lord do keep

I'm caught up just between a memory or a dream
The Silver Queen did lose her shine as her wrist began to bleed
Calloused hands and chiseled minds bring long prosperity
But I won't lose my way of life so they can call me free

A poor man went n lost his heart, cheatin' in a game of stud
Shot down at a barber shop, he was runnin' from a loaded gun
Cold cash and a bottle son, it'll keep you 'til the morning come

The cost of fame is just one soul, and push
Has come to shove
Ya push
Has come to shove

I'm caught up just between a memory or a dream
The silver queen did lose her shine as her wrist began to bleed
A son of West Nevada, it's the mountain's heart to reap
And if I die before I wake, my soul dear Lord do keep
My soul dear Lord do keep