Truth Comes Out

	The truth comes out as the fire burns low
	it comes to light as only embers glow
	the whiskey talks, the west wind moans in the night
	the deadfall's gathered and the branches are cut
	kindling crackles and the smoke curls up
	the small sticks catch then the bigger stuff will burn
	chinook dies down as the dark descends
	pine has burned, the ash has cleansed
	the message smolders, is lost, but finally sent
	connie says she's never seen the cougars so bold
	they're comin in the yard and they're stealin young colts
	they drag em in the brush with the claws sunk in their nose
	the weather's been funny thirty years or so
	the winters got warm, not as much snow
	hear the big cats comin cuz there's nowhere left to go
	you gotta look out for bear when you’re fishing on lee’s creek
	they’ll come round the bend and they’ll make your knees weak
	there’s grizzlies where there was no grizzly bears before
	half heard voices from the ghosts, from the graves
	the grandfathers tell us at the mouths of the caves
	only old chiefs older than jesus can save us now, if we're lucky
	white man light a big fire, stay cold
	the red man's warmer, but the old man's old
	the antelope seeks the buffalo in the night
	the antelope mourns the buffalo in the night

	The truth comes out as the fire burns low
	it comes to light as only embers glow
	the whiskey talks, the west wind moans in the night
	the deadfall' s gathered and the branches are cut
	kindling crackles and the smoke curls up
	the small sticks catch then the bigger stuff will burn
	chinook dies down as the dark descends
	pine has burned, the ash has cleansed
	the message smolders, is lost, but finally sent
	connie says she' s never seen the cougars so bold
	they' re comin in the yard and they' re stealin young colts
	they drag em in the brush with the claws sunk in their nose
	the weather' s been funny thirty years or so
	the winters got warm, not as much snow
	hear the big cats comin cuz there' s nowhere left to go
	you gotta look out for bear when you' re fishing on lee' s creek
	they' ll come round the bend and they' ll make your knees weak
	there' s grizzlies where there was no grizzly bears before
	half heard voices from the ghosts, from the graves
	the grandfathers tell us at the mouths of the caves
	only old chiefs older than jesus can save us now, if we' re lucky
	white man light a big fire, stay cold
	the red man' s warmer, but the old man' s old
	the antelope seeks the buffalo in the night
	the antelope mourns the buffalo in the night