Forest Full of Wolves

Lyrics

Well, the roads are frozen mud & the world has come a part It all hangs in the balance of a single spark I don't know if she'll crank...they say it's 10 below And that's a lot to ask...from an old beat up Ford Was it all just a fool errand...This dream about the land? A small farm and a few kids & a wife to hold hands First the drought & then the dust, till there's really nothing left The the banker-man w/ a gold watch & a gold cross on his vest And I'm sorry But everything keeps turning I'm sorry I couldn't keep the home fires burning Fled the heartland for California in this beat-up truck We had Jesus on the dashboard; but it may not be enough Roads are frozen mud & God, this is a different kind of cold And that's a whole lot to ask my friend from an old beat up Ford And I'm sorry But everything keeps turning I'm sorry I couldn't keep the home fires burning