Silver Heels

Workin’ on the high plains of Colorado
The women of the night and the men of the railroad
All the ranchers and miners and cowboys would come

Waitin’ outside in the powder of the moonlight
Across the ocean wide
The boys from the front line
And the Spanish flu broke out like a gunfight

Silver Heels and all her girls
Held all their men
Silver Heels and all her girls held
All their men as they lay dyin’

With whiskey on their breath they all beg forgiveness
Outsidе the empty street’s all lined up with coffins
Thеy pray to close their eyes and not to be forgotten