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Rode our horses in the pelting rain over the graves of the last war Rooster was on a tare about something he'd seen the night before Then he went quiet, when his horse stopped still in the night I guess every now and then he the silent type From a ramshackle shotgun house we heard a woman just a screaming a name Said why'd they take him Lord, he hasn't done a thing But in that moment seemed god slipped out of sight I guess every now and then he the silent type I guess every now and then he the silent type Another storm is coming, we gotta take a stand, so we don't fall Another storm is coming, we gotta take a stand, so we don't fall Further up the trail we came to ghastly sight A man hanging from an old oak tree, for looking someone in the eye I asked the governor but he ducked back from the light I guess every now and then he the silent type I guess every now and then he the silent type Another storm is coming, we gotta take a stand, so we don't fall Another storm is coming, we gotta take a stand, so we don't fall We gotta take a stand, so we don't fall We gotta take a stand, so we don't fall We gotta take a stand, so we don't fall We gotta take a stand, so we don't fall We gotta take a stand, so we don't fall We gotta take a stand, so we don't fall We gotta take a stand, so we don't fall Aus Songtexte Mania