Текст: Garth Brooks. No Fences. Wolves.

January's always bitter
But Lord, this one beats all
The wind ain't quite for weeks now
And the drifts are ten feet tall

I've been all night drivin' heifers
Closer in to lower ground
Then I spent the mornin' thinkin'
'Bout the ones, the wolves pulled down

Charlie Barton and his family
Stopped today to say, goodbye
He said, the bank was takin' over
The last few years were just too dry

And I promised that I'd visit
When they found a place in town
Then I spent a long time thinkin'
'Bout the ones, the wolves pull down

Lord, please shine a light of hope
On those of us who fall behind
And when we stumble in the snow
Could You help us up while there's still time?

I don't mean to be complainin', Lord
You've always seen me through
And I know You got your reasons
For each and every thing You do

But tonight outside my window
There's a lonesome, mournful sound
And I just can't keep from thinkin'
'Bout the ones, the wolves pull down

Oh Lord, keep me from bein'
The one, the wolves pull down