Night Wind by Drew Freeland

Night wind howlin’ at the moon, whisper comes too soon, comes to soon
She dances in a fire lit room, whiskey and embers dictate the mood, dictate the mood
And his mind screams “how the hell did I get here?”
And his boots lay on the floor, by the forgotten windowsill

So run, run cowboy
They’re calling for a storm
She cuts through the night faster than fire
And burns you to your core
Oh I’ll pray for you when the sun starts to rise
Cause nothing burns brighter then a bed of lies

It’s the drug that you just can’t have
That makes you want it so bad, you’re so bad
And your head hangs lower, than the wilted flowers
It’s behind the weeds that grow in darkness that you cower

So run, run cowboy
They’re calling for a storm
She cuts through the night faster than fire
And burns you to your core
Oh I’ll pray for you when the sun starts to rise
Cause nothing burns brighter then a bed of lies

Don’t be surprised, you brought this trouble to the surface
You can’t hide, you know how the sayin’ goes, I’d take my advice

So run, run cowboy
They’re calling for a storm
She cuts through the night faster than fire
And burns you to your core
Oh I’ll pray for you when the sun starts to rise
Cause nothing burns brighter then a bed of lies

(Night wind howlin’ at the moon)
Oh run run
(Whisper comes too soon)
Run run runnnn
Run run
(Too soon)

• Americana
• Country
• country
• country folk
• folk
• folk rock
• Roanoke