| Song | Two Black Clouds |
| Artist | Across Tundras |
| Album | Western Sky Ride |
| Two black clouds hang high in the sky, | |
| overhead where I stand and to where my horse will ride. | |
| Hoofbeats solemn and low, while the wing howls of coming cold. | |
| I'm a walking dead man in chains, I'm a number not a name. | |
| They caught me running Southwest where the lands are still wild and free. | |
| I was young and dumb and had a gun, but I swear he fired first at me. | |
| So now low my head hangs and dark are my coming days. | |
| I'm a walking dead man in chains, I'm a number not a name. |