Brenn Hill - The Gaping Jaws of Hell Lyrics

Won't take it in a rest home
Sittin' in a wheelchair
Seen way too many a good man go down in there
I'll take it in the Yellowstone
From a Grizzler Bear
One arm behind my back and the fight is fair

I've seen seventy-one years through an old trail hosses' ears
And I'll tell you son that's livin' well
And I'll lead my pack string
Straight through the gaping jaws of hell

Take you to the badlands down in South Dakoteo
And I'll tell you 'bout the good old days of the rodeo
Or take you to the grand land north west of Codyo
Leave behind your cell phone and your radio

'Cause there's nothin' to fear
God lives up here
And I'll tell you son He's livin' well
Leadin' me and my pack string
Straight through the gaping jaws of hell

Tell me I got cancer
Here's your answer
Black cowboy coffee 'round the fire
This old mustang runs on pure desire

I've seen seventy-one years through an old trail hosses' ears
And I'll tell you son that's livin' well
And I'll lead my pack string
Straight through the gaping jaws of hell
Yeah I'll lead my pack string
Straight through the gaping jaws of hell