Letra de No Roads Here

[Chorus]
There are no roads here
There are no signposts
To guide a man
Through this dark land
There are no roads here
There is no history
No written law
To stay one's hand
[Verse 1]
Well there's a growed-over wagon trail that's headed for the west
An' there's a tipi ring at the purple springs, if your ponies need their rest
There's a shepherd out in Vaxhaull in the coulees who may know
But the sheep shacks old an' leanin' and that was sixty years ago
[Chorus]
There are no roads here
There are no signposts
To guide a man
Through this dark land
There are no roads here
There is no history
No written law
To stay one's hand
[Verse 2]
Well I see handcarts pulled by desperate settlers bent under the yoke
Fleeing lives of certain serfdom for this new faith of which he spoke
Treking 'cross the desert with a few intrepid Danes
There's times I still think I can feel the blood of Vikings in my veins
[Verse 3]
I hear 'strawberry roan' and there's bison bones been bleached out in the sun
South of Raymond, whiskey trade, the antelope still run
Hidden family reasons at the edge of consciousness
Silhouettes of grazing cattle on that old Milk River ridge
[Chorus x2]
There are no roads here
There are no signposts
To guide a man
Through this dark land
There are no roads here
There is no history
No written law
To stay one's hand
There are no roads here
There are no signposts
To guide a man
Through this dark land
There are no roads here
There is no history
No written law
To stay one's hand
No written law
To stay one's hand