Stones
Of Hail
He painted stones of
hail
On his horse before the
chase,
And a yellow lightning
bolt
Down the left side of
his face,
As his battles turned to
legends
Many men would tell the
tale,
Of the warrior made of
lightning
Riding in on stones of
hail.
Crazy Horse was born a
warrior
And he'd never
understand,
Why they slaughtered all
the buffalo
Across his native land,
So he met the future
face-to-face
And fought it
hand-to-hand,
He was born to be a
warrior
And was bound to take a
stand.
He painted stones of
hail
On his horse before the
chase,
And a yellow lightning
bolt
Down the left side of
his face,
As his battles turned to
legends
Many men would tell the
tale,
Of the warrior made of
lightning
Riding in on stones of
hail.
He was called a gentle
warrior
By his family and
friends,
But the soldiers near
the Big Horn, called
Him something else
again,
'Cause they met their
future face-to-face
And lost it
hand-to-hand,
And they saw his
lightning flashing
As they took their final
stand.
He painted stones of
hail
On his horse before the
chase,
And a yellow lightning
bolt
Down the left side of
his face,
As his battles turned to
legends
Many men would tell the
tale,
Of the warrior made of
lightning
Riding in on stones of
hail.
Bluegrass /
Western Lyric by Dennis
Goodwin - copyright 2007 e-mail: ezywriter47@hotmail.com