Story Behind The Song

Imagination.

Song Description

A man has miscalculated his life in the remote mountains, and faces his death.

Lyrics

Last night the dog died, took by the frost
Ain't got no horses, done run off and lost
No food for nine days runnin', no fire to melt water on


Got no ammunition, a bear ate it last fall
Still got the bloodstain, right there on the wall
I just sit here dreamin' dinners, I'm dyin' the slow death of the cold

You ask where's my woman? I ain't never had one
Got the face of a demon, and the heart of Hun
I sure wish death would hurry, this waitin' ain't no fun

I see the sun shinin', drops of water to boot
Dog steaks defrostin', but I'm too weak to move
I just sit here dreamin' flowers, dyin' the slow death of the cold

I see him comin', he's not so tall
But he looks like a real mean mother, no sympathy at all
Just a touch of understanding, of a slow death in the cold

Ya, I'm just sittin' here with cold death, thank God no chance to grow old