DELANEY
(Colleen Peterson)

Donna Loree


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.
Na na na na na na na,
Na na na na na na na.