Grand Archives
"Louis Riel"


Silver lines are drawn
wrapped in golden twine,
I've heard tell of you
in ways you would deny

Ba da dum ba da dum ba da da da dum

Hung by a rope where the railroad will surely come by.

I've listened way too long
to all your stolen lines,
the railroad soon will own
all you've left behind.

Ba da dum ba da dum ba da da da dum

Hung by a rope where the railroad will surely come by.

Hang there, all alone