We stop in a small town Winter breathing down our necks Horses are crying Needing their evening rest ♪ The moon's coming up now Illuminating silhouettes There's a lone wolf howling He's got what everyone here gets ♪ For three weeks I've been here Whiskey hanging on my breath Well it's not that I have to I just haven't found another way I guess I just haven't found another way I guess 'Cept for stumblin' through the west 'Cept for stumblin' through the west ♪ Day in and day out I seem to lose my way There's a blanket of snow now No contrast 'tween anything ♪ Oh, for three weeks I've been here Whiskey hanging on my breath Well, it's not that I have to I just haven't found another way I guess 'Cept for stumblin' through the west 'Cept for stumblin' through the west Yes, I'm stumblin' Yes, I'm stumblin' Yes, I'm stumblin' Yes, I'm stumblin'