Maria Daines ~ Blue Moon River

’Blue Moon River’ Across the blue moon river I keep myself alone Outa sight, outa harm Far from the reach of the law’s long arm In the mouth of the mountain I feel no fear Just a buzzard for a friend I live my life as a wild thing The sky paints pictures I race the storm Old stones in the canyon Make a real good home Your truth ain’t mine So don’t come here wanting I lay my hurt out in the sun And today it ain’t your day, son No prize for the hunting No prize for the hunting, son No prize for the hunting No prize, son Time has claimed my fight, yeah But I’m still here with one sharp tooth, hah You can find a stick to beat me, hey But I’m telling you, boy You bound to lose You bound to lose me You bound to lose me, yeah Left the ghost town harbour For I know the devil’s work Got away, played dead Ain’t no guilt in this hollow head No one make me someth