Delaney
Composer(s): Colleen Peterson
Performer(s): Colleen Peterson



Runnin' cross the western plains he used to love so dear
Freedom seemed so far away, as he runs all is not clear
The only sound is a shot he fired at his captain on his heels
His chest aches both with fire and fright as midnight sun draws near
Stoppin' only to look behind his footprints in the snow
Wonderin' should he go back now to clear his name, but no
An accidental delivery, an Indian, he should know
Doesn't get no second chance, no questions asked
He keeps runnin', oh

Delaney, look out boy, they're on your trail
Oh Delaney, we've gotta find you a railroad
Hot on your heels, Lord, look what they've done
They gave the boy a gun, now he's on the run
From the army boss

Scared and tired, but he could not stop
His feet kept movin' on
The weary eyes and the alibis of how that gun went off
Accidental delivery, they'd never listen now
And the only way to clear his name is taken from him, oh

Delaney, look out boy, they're on your trail
Delaney, we've gotta find you a railroad
Hot on your heels, Lord, look what they've done
They gave the boy a gun, now he's on the run
From the army boss

(You'd better watch out Delaney, yeah)

Sixteen years he lived so free on the prairies that he loved
Now the word was out on him as they searched all about
Yes, I fed the boy, afraid to stop with the army on his tail
He had no chance to clear his name
Now his home's the county jail

Oh Delaney, look out boy, they're on your trail
Oh Delaney, you better find you a railroad
Hot on your heels, Lord, look what they've done
They gave the boy a gun, now he's on the run
From the army boss
Now he's on the run from the army boss
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