White Flag. Zero Hour. Festive Shapes Vs. Snidely Whiplash. Zeneszám

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The sun goes down, the blizzard wails
Eliminate the snowy trails
Half a flask still at my side
To keep me warm along the ride

The tunic worn, the color red
Another man that I shot dead
I feel the icy wind inside
I ride to live, I live to ride

Long riders, wild and free
Saddle up, R.C.M.P.
Never wed, not in the plan
But I always get my man

Long riders, wild and free
Saddle up, R.C.M.P.
Never wed, not in the plan
But I always get my man

No quarter horse
An Aral steed
A trusted mount
A friend in need
The shiny boots
The way they feel
The horse?s flank
Against the heel
The tunic worn, the color red
Another man that I shot dead
I feel the icy wind inside
I ride to live, I live to ride

Long riders, wild and free
Saddle up, R.C.M.P.
Never wed, not in the plan
But I always get my man