Darkness fell and the wolves howled
Quarter moon rose slow in the sky
Cattle bellowed and dogs growled
The boys knew something wasn’t right
James Boone slept by Henry Russell
When the rifles shot in where they laid
And they wept as they scuffled
The indians rushed to invade
The West was calling
And their answer brought them to their knees
They were rising and falling
Oh as the blood poured into Wallen’s Creek
Shawnee braves led by Big Jim
Slashed knives at the gun wounded teens
Mutilation spurred him
To torture and make them scream
The West was calling
And their answer brought them to their knees
They were rising and falling
Oh as the blood poured into Wallen’s Creek
Daniel Boone’s tears quickly followed
After digging his oldest son’s grave
His fears became sorrow
A mistake realized too late
The West was calling
And their answer brought them to their knees
They were rising and falling
Oh as the blood poured into Wallen’s Creek
Oh as the blood poured into Wallen’s Creek
Oh the blood
The blood
Words and music by Jason Davis
© Between the Trees Music (ASCAP)
Lindsey Blackwell — Vocals
Michael Litton — Lead, Rhythm and Slide Guitar
Nathaniel Mooney — Bass Guitar
Jackson Davis — Egg Shaker and Maracas
Chris Brooks — Floor Tom Drum

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