Letras
Under copper skies her father tended land
Storm clouds rolling in like a guilty man
A freight train's whistle cut the air in two
Sold her kin's birthright for a payday due
Barn doors splintered at the crack of dawn
Gunshots answered prayers before they were gone
She woke to ash where her world had stood
Clutching her mother's shawl-there'd be no more good
She held tight to grief kept the embers alive
Swore the earth would swallow them if she couldn't survive
Now she's lightning on June's parched plain
No tears left to fall just a pocket of flame
They turned her life to dust and bone
But the ridge remembers every scar she's shown
When the thunder breaks they'll hear her name
A storm on Hollow Ridge-nothing stays the same
She rode through towns where the scorpions roam
Black hat pulled low-no soft place to call home
Pressed a silver revolver beneath a hand-carved rose
Every mile closer blood in her grip grows
Soldiers laughed at the girl with ice-cold eyes
They called her vengeful-said her spirit dies
But shadows whispered where the coyote prowls
The living rot first; the dead learn how to howl
Bones buried deep still tremble in the night
She'll draw them from their graves-bring them to the fight
Now she's lightning on June's parched plain
No tears left to fall just a pocket of flame
They turned her life to dust and bone
But the ridge remembers every scar she's shown
When the thunder breaks they'll hear her name
A storm on Hollow Ridge-nothing stays the same
Blood can't wash from these red sands
Graves rise up with clammy hands
Men in suits with hearts of rust
Will crawl to her-or join the dust
She's the thunder roaring through the night
Forged in grief baptized in fight
No mercy left for those who lied
Their names carved deep where her ghosts abide
When the lightning strikes they face her wrath
A storm on Hollow Ridge-blood upon the path