Soft Wolf Tread - Grant Lee Buffalo

The soft wolf tread

Thru Emerald Forest he was lookin' to make a bed

There in the spindly thicket softly did he tread

The soft wolf tread

Sure was starved

And thru his silver coat his ribs shown sharply carved

The hand that feeds was pickin' weeds

Sure looked starved

Up comes Hood he’s beautiful

As a sirloin steak to a pit bull chained up It’s good to see such an old friend again

Such an old friend again

Such an old friend again

Then he said

Dear Hood what brings you to this neck of the woods

In your scarlet cape and your basket full of grapes

What lures you to the woods

The soft wolf tread

The clearing and he’s nervously tugging on his earring

He talked how good such an old friend again

Such an old friend again

Such an old friend again

Oh Such an old

Such an old

Such an old

Ooh ooh ooh

And then he spun

A twisted tale 'bout a child who cried his name

So many times that even when he yelled no one ever came

The soft wolf tread

The soft wolf tread

The soft wolf tread

Well he tread and tread and tread and tread

Yeah an old friend again

Such an old friend again

Such an old friend again