(David Munyon / S.P. Standley)
 
 ...this is a story song, about the Old West...
 
 Four wild horses follow me
 As I ride this trail of misery
 Four wild horses follow me
 And I'll ride to hell to set you free
 
 You were just a young girl
 With your brother and your doll
 Westward ho so many heard the call
 A covered wagon a blazing in the night
 Was your last scene of freedom and her fight
 
 I heard of you passing for a Cheyenne chiefs's son
 From some trader made his money in rot gut
 I went to the valley they called Bitter Creek
 You'd left three weeks before tears on your cheeks
 
 In the middle of snow storm in the middle of the night
 You were there telling me that you were alright
 Then like a monster invading our dream
 I awoke ten years later hearing your screams
 
 At last I found you in the spring of '83
 A Cheyenne princess you still looked to me
 I walked up to you and looked into your eyes
 My little girl finally by her daddy's side
 
 Four wild horses follow me
 As I ride this trail to misery
 Four wild horses follow me
 And I'll ride to hell to set you free
 
 Four wild horses in retreat
 As we both ride home to victory
 Four wild horses finally sleep
 Love will survive if you believe
 
 David Munyon: vocal guitar
 Chris Jones: guitar
 Mike Silver: backing vocals
 Beo Brockhausen: didgeridoo
 Hans-J?rg Maucksch: bass