Hats Off for the Few
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- indie folk
- folk pop
- stomp and holler
- acoustic rock
- spaghetti western
About
Final part of four
Lyrics
Verse 1
Clouds huddle over the distant hills
Footsteps fade where wild wind thrills
Dust in my beard, calloused hands
Two word prayer, stubborn stand
Believe, believe
Ramshackle fence, silver wire splits the land
Empty bottles rattling, tint in the sand
Dad’s old coat pulled tight around my bones
I watch the world, whistle alone
Chorus
Hats off for the few
Brave enough to make it through
Hats off for the lonely true
Riding out the storms, holding on blue
Hats off, hats off
Post-Chorus
Whoa-oh, hats off
Whoa-oh, to the few
Verse 2
Foxes run, scatter midnight stones
Little towns built from muddied moans
I hear my mother’s laughter chase the moon
Wish she’d come back soon
One word echo, soon
Maybe I was born out here for good
Maybe I’ll stay when no one else would
Burning sage, counting scars, waiting for grass to grow
Digging, dreaming, letting go
Chorus
Hats off for the few
Brave enough to make it through
Hats off for the lonesome crew
Riding through the dusk, battered and true
Hats off, hats off
Post-Chorus
Whoa-oh, hats off
Whoa-oh, to the few
Bridge
Sky splits red, gunsmoke in my lungs
Silent somedays, stumbling tongue
I tip my hat to every ghost I knew
For carrying on, for seeing it through
Chorus
Hats off for the few
Brave enough to make it through
Hats off for the ones who just grew
With wild hearts, wild view
Hats off, hats off
Post-Chorus
Whoa-oh, hats off
Whoa-oh, to the few
Whoa-oh, hats off
Whoa-oh, to the few
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