Western song from Summer songs by Krasseville

Bless my bros and my friends
My mom and the babes
My gun and my love
‘ll be with me to defend’em

Sing
This western summer song
This western summer song
This summer song we sing along

Bless the soil and the sun
The stones above the bones
This land and my town
Where we lived for way too long

Bless theses ruins and remains
Our ghosts and our chains
Our corpses here to lays
Where misery enshrouded us

Sing
This western summer song
This western summer song
This summer song we sing along

Bless our fears and conquests
The vines of our sins
The roads on our skins
Dreadful wine that comes from here

Bless this life we had to live
The scars we could forgive
This song we could create
The ones we can’t forget

Sing
This western summer song
This western summer song
This summer song we sing along

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