Текст песни
In the heart of Saskatchewan, where the cold wind wails
Lived a man with a bottle, leavin' shadowy trails
Burnt his guts on moonshine, made in the silver light
Whiskey and regret were his companions every night
He found comfort in the arms of a dark-eyed maiden's grace
Dancin' with native dreams in a forgotten place
But his restless soul wandered, never settlin' down
Leavin' tears and stories in every lonely town
Burnt guts and cold nights, chasin' ghosts away
A heart full of sorrow, never meant to stay
Whiskey soaked memories, in the silence of the pine
A tribute to a man lost in moonshine
Women whispered secrets of his wild, reckless ways
How he'd come and go like the fleeting summer days
In the moonlit fields of Saskatchewan, he carved his name
But the love he found was haunted, shadowed by shame
In the end, he stood alone by the frozen riverside
Pistol in his hand, no place left to hide
Stars reflected sorrow in the icy flow
A life burnt out by moonshine, nowhere else to go
Burnt guts and cold nights, chasin' ghosts away
A heart full of sorrow, never meant to stay
Whiskey soaked memories, in the silence of the pine
A tribute to a man lost in moonshine.