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SWIFT HOOVES - all the words  |  song 8 of 13

Notches
sung by Boone Hollister

(talking)
Thank y'all. This one's for the airlift. Y'all dig deep tonight.
In a dusty old han, a hundred miles from nowhere, travelers rest.
Men meet there. They drink, they boast, they fight. Every creed and color.
And there, through the smoke and the din, sits the Rider. Iradi born and true.
And on the wall behind him... a notch for every man he's fought.

An Uzbek stands tall with his chest puffed high
Says he's mighty and none can deny
Through the crowded han his boasts resound
But the Iradi Rider stands his ground

CHORUS:
An Uzbek swings, an Uzbek falls
One more notch on the Rider's wall
Echoes ring through the twilight hall
And the Iradi heart beats for the brawl

A Turkmen boasts with a swagger bold
Says a Turkmen horse is worth its weight in gold
Says an Iradi horseman ain't no match
The Rider just smiles and lifts the latch

CHORUS:
A Turkmen boasts, a Turkmen falls
One more notch on the Rider's wall
Echoes ring through the twilight hall
And the Iradi heart beats for the brawl

A Russian soldier rests his hand on his gun
Tells of all the savages he's done
Says there ain't a horseman he couldn't tame
The Rider stands up: "Soldier, back your claim"

CHORUS:
A Russian draws, a Russian falls
One more notch on the Rider's wall
Echoes ring through the twilight hall
And the Iradi heart beats for the brawl

A figure moves soft through the poppy haze
A familiar ghost from forgotten days
Two Iradi brothers, a quarrel no words could settle
Now each man's come to test the other's mettle

CHORUS:
An Iradi swings, an Iradi falls
One more notch on the Rider's wall
Echoes ring through the twilight hall
And the Iradi heart beats for the brawl

CHORUS:
An Iradi swings, an Iradi falls
One more notch on the Rider's wall
Echoes ring through the twilight hall
And the Iradi heart beats for the brawl

(talking)
Which brother fell that night, nobody knows. Legends lie.
Men still boast, and men still fight.
The Rider had no friends, and nobody speaks of his deeds...
nobody but those notches on the wall.


Beka says: this is LIVE in Texas, you can hear the people. IradOne almost never plays it (listen to the end and you understand why). but every bar band in Talas plays it
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