Kredity
PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Hackles
Performer
Kati Claborn
Vocals
Luke Ydstie
Bass
Aly Hanson
Trumpet
Halli Anderson
Vocals
Jeff Munger
Electric Guitar
Olaf Ydstie
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kati Claborn
Composer
Luke Ydstie
Composer
Texty
It was a sharp december morning
Air had a bite of the killing kind
But his arms were as bare
As the manzanita tree
And he just didn’t seem to mind
From the deep hills of his mother’s land
To the streets of santa fe
Every one has got their time of dying,
So they say,
And mine might as well be today
So i go
Recalled the girl he left in tucson
With the turquoise in he ears
How vivid are the details
Of he drew her near
Oh, each time i drew her near
Pulled the coins out of his pocket
& dropped them in the shaking cup
Boots barely breaking stride
To that used-to river bed
Two brown eyes looking up
So i go
Written by: Kati Claborn, Luke Ydstie