Bent Twigs and Hoof Prints ft. the Coal Biters Lyrics

Sam Davis journeyed westward

He was following the trail

Of bent twigs and hoof-prints

And smoldering campfires

He was always just a day behind

Journeyed through the dark and light

But he never caught a glimpse

Just bent twigs and hoof-prints

And Sam went westward in faith

He knew he'd see the day

Martha would return home safe

Had no idea where he was going

But he never lost his way

He journeyed on

Beyond the feet of Lone Mountain

And the vast Kentucky lake

Beyond the hills where he grew up

To the endless golden plains

And he was always just a day behind

He journeyed through the dark and light

But he never caught a glimpse

Just bent twigs and hoof-prints

Bent twigs and hoof-prints

And Sam went westward in faith

He knew he'd see the day

When Martha would return home safe

Had no idea where he was going

But he never lost his way

He journeyed on

On to Fort San Fernando

And the mighty Mississippi

O the river was too wide to cross

And Sam was growing weary

So he prayed to the Lord

To guide his steps and be his light

Found a boat and paid the fare

Made a fire on the banks

To spend the night

But when the morning broke and Sam awoke

There was no trail to find

Tears filled his eyes

Until he saw a bent twig a hoof-print

A bent twig a hoof-print

A bent twig a hoof-print

And Sam went westward in faith

He knew he'd see the day

When Martha would return home safe

Had no idea where he was going

But he never lost his way

He journeyed on

From the plains again to hills

Wooded dark and steep

O the land was hard to cross

And that trail was hard to keep

Still bent twigs and hoof-prints

Were guiding his way

As the days were growing shorter

As the leaves began to change

Then came the day

That on the banks of Cave Creek

Sam lost the trail

And over every inch

In every mile

He tried and tried

He failed to find

A bent twig

A hoof-print

Sam wintered in the cave

Nearly froze and nearly starved

He prayed a thousand prayers

But the heavens grew as hard

As walls of stone in which he slept

And young Sam began to rage

Against the settlers in the hills around

The settlers swore

They'd seen no Indians

No bent twigs

No hoof-prints