Fire Don’t Know
The White Buffalo
Son, listen close, there's one thing for sure
That the fire don't know not to burn your hands
Woman, the wind blows, better go grab your coat
'Cause the winter don't know that you don't like the cold
But I, I do
I, I do
Bullets and steel, they don't think, they don't feel
Well they ain't got no plans to shoot down a man
Silver and gold, well it comes and it goes
Well the money don't know, I got mouths to feed
But I, I do
I, I do
