Tom: A
EBAG
Across the plain flew the lone grey rider
EBAG
Leather bag pounding on his back
EBAG
Above the clouds the moon was climbing higher
EBAG
A pack of wolves wanted their money backDF#m
With folded arms the chief stood watchingDF#m
Painted braves slipped down the hillAG
In his ears the spirit talking
As they closed in
B
For an easy kill
At the house the door was wide open