Fred Will tells the story of a man who leaves his family and ranch in Tennessee to pursue gold in 1848.
Simple is the meadow
Simple are the sheep
Simple is the whistle
That the yellow lark does sing
Simple is the bitter
Simple is the sweet
Simple is the joy that these things bring
I'm a simple man
I have a simple heart
I have a simple life
I play a simple part
And looking at the stars a man can sure start feeling small
But, I don't mind at all
No, I don't mind at all
[Journal entry after Simple]
Greta’s song
It wasn't so scary
To move and get married
I already needed to
And I didn't mind being a housewife
I’d be glad to do it for you
But wanting and needing are two different feelings
I don't think I much like "having to"
What a young girl's dreaming and what a woman's needing
They don't match how I want them to
You show me you love me
I like how you touch me
I carried the children we raise
You're a provider, while I'm a survivor
Living with the choices I made
And I swear I ain't blaming you, darling
For the fire I'm taming inside
I'm just trying to learn how to miss you
When you're all that I've known for my whole adult life
I swear I still love you
But love don’t equate to
Everything that a woman can bring
I get suffocated
From being domesticated
I want to run wild and do foolish things
And I swear I ain't blaming you, darling
For the wild horse I'm taming inside
I'm just trying to learn how to miss you
When I’m bridled by being your bride
Making ends meet in a dry Tennessee
Ain’t the life that I hoped it would be
You ain’t got a life except your work and your wife
And there’s gotta be more than this provincial life
And I swear I ain't blaming you, darling
For the space that I feel like I need
I'm just trying to learn how to miss you
When you’re always right here next to me
I'm just trying to learn how to miss you
And I wish that I knew what that means
[Journal entry after How to Miss You]
You told me for richer or for poorer
You told me in sickness and in health
I'd rather have the latter than the former
But wouldn't it be nice to have some wealth?
When you were my young wife
The future seemed so far away
But ain't that just the way of life
Good Lord, that feels like yesterday
I love you
I wish that I could stay
Six months on a horse's back until I reach
California
I'll miss you
And you know that I'm no quitter
You stood by me when we've been poor
So stand by me and wait for us to be richer
We could blame the drought, the sheep are dying
But we've been in a dry spell for some time
Despite the fact that our bed keeps on breaking
There's something that is longing in your eyes
I promised your daddy
That I'd take care of you
And you know I ain't a liar
So that's what I still intend to do
I've never felt the odds were in my favor
But I'm betting that California gold will be our family's savior
I love you
I wish that I could stay
Six months on a horse's back until I reach
California
I'll miss you
And you know that I'm no quitter
You stood by me when we've been poor
So stand by me and wait for us to be richer
I'll be back and we will all be richer
[Journal entry after Richer]
I own nothing
But the clothes upon my back
Boots on my feet
And this mess kit in a sack
I'm minding my own business
And my business is my own
Move along
Move along
What did you just say?
I sure hope I heard you wrong
Move along
Move along
You got a lot more mouth than sense young man
I ought to beat some sense into your head
But I'd rather not
Just move along
Aw what the hell
I wasn't sleeping good anyway
Might as well
put a jackass in his place
And if it comes to hands
You ought to grab a rock
And if it comes to guns
You won't need a doc
You'll need a priest
You'll need to plead up to your Lord and Savior
He's your only hope
I'll make sure you stand holy
You'll be wearin' your red robes
By the grace of God
You will be welcomed to your brand new home
Oh
Move along
Move along
I own nothing
But the clothes upon my back
The boots on my feet
And this mess kit in a sack
[Journal entry after Move Along]
Ayani, ayani, ayani, ayani
The buffalo are moving
Ayani, ayani, ayani, ayani
The buffalo are wise
Ayani, ayani, ayani, ayani
Together, the buffalo are thriving
Ayani, ayani, ayani, ayani
Alone, the buffalo dies
My dear and sweetest Greta
My heart belongs to you
My Greta you're a daisy
And a herd is rolling through
Remember when we were together
On a meadow across the hill
I felled a white-tail doe
And I feel guilty for it still
You held me with a smile
Said you loved my tender heart
But our kids can't grow on sentiment
And that might have played a part
In how I've fallen far from grace now
And far from Graceland I now go
As I slowly make my way
Going the way of the buffalo
I've fallen far from grace now
And far from Graceland I now go
As I slowly make my way
Going the way of the buffalo
Of the buffalo
Of the buffalo
I found a prairie clover
And it made me think of you
You might not think of me each night
But I'm hoping that you do
But if I die in this desert
Well I hope you will re-wed
And that you'll always miss my tender heart
I'll always be your Fred
And here I go-oh-oh
Far from grace
I'm far from Graceland I now go
As I slowly make my way
Going the way of the buffalo
Of the buffalo
Of the buffalo
Of the buffalo
Ayani, ayani, ayani, ayani
The buffalo are moving
Ayani, ayani, ayani, ayani
The buffalo are wise
Ayani, ayani, ayani, ayani
Together, the buffalo are thriving
Ayani, ayani, ayani, ayani
Alone, the buffalo dies
[Journal entry after Buffalo]
The West has a wicked appetite
It's a beast and it feasts on foolish pride
I've seen it chew men up
and spit 'em out
A twister came through and stripped the town
Just a bowl of dust and not a living soul to be found
Such in empty hollow sound
But there ain't nothing as goddamned as a man
Who thinks he's been dealt a hand
when it's all just random chance
There ain't no "better than"
Get off your horse, it's much too high
You ain't holy 'cause you're white
That's a house of cards that's built on the ace of lies
On the ace of lies
On the ace of lies
A man ain't fit for chains
Can't put a price on the human soul
There ain't nothing pure about a bloodline
when there are bloodlines bought and sold
Incomprehensible, how reprehensible
There's no denying I'm defying out of principle
If it's a predator I measure that it could be shot
But this is more of a disease than a beast that stalks
And so I gotta root it out from deep within
Even if it's just too far gone
You can't kill evil ideas
But you can cut the branch they're growing on
And I ain't preaching to the choir
Unless you count this starry sky
What can a forlorn cowboy do against such hate?
I guess we'll have to wait and see
I don't suffer fools, fools suffer me
They're as simple as my sheep
I'll put 'em down as they sleep
[Journal entry after Ace of Lies]
FredI got a dark thought
But it don't feel bad
Might be the darkest, bright idea that I've ever had
I ain't acting out of anger, I'm acting on what I said
You don't let a cock kill it's flock without taking its head
And if two lefts don't make a right
But three do
I'll take three eyes for an eye
I'll take three teeth for one tooth
You see, if you don't reproach
on the folks that keep taking eyes
Then the whole world ends up blind
Killing villains keeps civilians alive
If violence ain't the answer, then you got the wrong question
Justice is godly, due justice is just man's invention
Is it immoral to insist to keep
These ugly wolves from eating my sheep?
Am I my neighbor's keeper if I don't keep
The peace by making these beasts deceased?
I won't stand for it, won't wash my hands of it
If my hands have to get dirty, then I can handle it
I am the angel of death, I am the devil that knocks
And if a man can’t take a stand against darkness,
then all is lost
All is lost
NedWhachu think you're doing, Fred?
You feeling strong?
You're soft as the pillow you ain't slept on for so long
You gonna cry another river 'bout how we done wrong?
Pack it up, you Yankee Doodle, Dandy, candy, ranch-hand sob
You think you're tough, but you don't know the taste of blood
You could kiss the dirt on my boot and think that it's love
And I bet you'd think to like it 'cause it's brown and black
You're too dumb to know the difference from a mare and an ass
You got some mud in your blood?
That's why you're acting this way?
You know nobody has to know if it's been washed away
And besides, you got a nice, white wife
So your babies ain't maimed by Cain's stained hide
Is it immoral to insist to keep
These ugly wolves from eating my sheep?
Am I my neighbor's keeper if I don't keep
The peace by making these beasts deceased?
I won't stand for it, won't wash my hands of it
If my hands have to get dirty, then I can handle it
I am the angel of death,
I am the devil that knocks
I know I ain't without sin
That's why I ain't throwing rocks
I am the shepherd of light
The sun will come up red
You fell asleep alive
You gonna wake up dead
[Journal entry after All is Lost]
Nothing can ready a man for the rattle of death when it comes to the end
Nothing can steady the hand of a man who is taking the life of a man in his hands
I'm tellin' you, it'll haunt you
You think your blood is cold?
Now heaven doesn't want you,
the devil's in your ear, and now your lot's been bought and sold.
When all of the light from the light in his eyes is as dark as the heart in your chest.
When all of your anger and all of the doubt in yourself was what you wanted dead
But killing a demon don't make you a saint, the devil may say that it's good, but it ain't
Ain't redemption in killing except that they're gone, gone, gone
I'm telling you, it'll haunt you
You think your blood is cold
Now heaven doesn't want you, the devil's in your ear, and now your lot's been bought and sold
Nothing is there once the spirit is flown,
a body of flesh and a body of bone
Back in the earth of dirt and of stone, and of death,
of death,
of death
I'm telling you, it'll haunt you
[Journal entry after Death]
I don't mean to be cruel
Didn't mean to cause pain
I would say I didn't mean to hurt nobody
But herding is my middle name
I could do some good work
From the sweat of my brow
But the crops don't pay the bills
And it ain't what I'm good at anyhow
What's a man to do
When what he's best at isn't lawful?
I can tell you it feels an awful lot
Like blowing at the wind
'Cause that grindstone keeps on grinding
And it doesn't pay you back
For all your sweat and tears
So after all these years I'm out for blood
After all these years I'm out for blood
I hope that you'll forgive me
I'm sure that you'll outlive me
But I'll keep sending money
And you keep spending what I send
You might call it blood money
But I'll keep the part that's bloody
And all the rest you can spend on you and all the kids
I don't do it 'cause it's thrilling
I'm just too damn good at killing
I know it's mean
But it's a means to an end
What's a man to do
When what he's best at isn't lawful?
I can tell you it feels an awful lot
Like blowing at the wind
'Cause that grindstone keeps on grinding
And it doesn't pay you back
For all your sweat and tears
So after all these years I'm out for blood
After all these years I'm out for blood
And I'll remind you again
These are not the kind of men
That warrant any pity
I'm just saying how it is
Sent with all my love
Your lover and your friend
I'm out for blood
I'm out for blood
I'm out for
Blood
[Journal entry after Blood]
I was tied into my saddle
As I approached from the east
Within an inch of dying
From that New Mexican heat
And I heard a woman crying
She was pleading for her life
She was holding a young child
With a dead man at her side
And the cruel man standing over her
Was ugly as a mud fence
But he looked a little better
With a bullet in his head
I coulda' asked a couple questions
But I did what I had to do
Seems to me that nine times out of ten
One and one makes two
So don't you lay hands on a woman
That's rule number one
The only warning that I'm giving
Is the bang of my gun
You don't lay hands on a woman
You ought to always treat them kind
God just might forgive you but
Vengeance will be mine
Her name was Margarita
First I'd heard that name
And I can't say that I've ever seen
A more beautiful face
She was all alone and desperate
With a young child to raise
And I can't work a miracle but
I can show some grace
I know I have a wife back home
And a man can't have two wives
But I left that me in Tennessee
And now I have two lives
I'll hold you Margarita
Give you all the love you need
I'll take care of you and that young boy
And let you take care of me
And if all of this is sinning
Then a sinful life it is
God may not forgive me but
Vengeance will be his
[Journal entry after Margarita]
Mi novia, Federico
Come get close to me
I wanna feel you breathe
I want our bones to touch
Te amo very much
Touch me with your hands
Tell me what you like
I wanna give you love
And I wanna love you right
I wanna love you right
Come get on my body
And I'll get on yours
I can ride a man
Like you can ride a horse
Thunder in the sky
Hearin the wind blow
The dessert may be dry
But loving you ain't so
No I sure ain't so
I ask you if it's love or lust
You say "What's the difference?
Both of em's a must
There ain't no difference."
I know what I'm feelin'
And I know what I see, así así
Te amo I teach you to say
And making love is how you show me
This is how you show me
I ask you if it's love or lust
You say "What's the difference?
Both of em's a must
There ain't no difference."
I know what I'm feelin'
And I know what I see, así así
Te amo is what you say
And making love is how you show me
Ohhh
Te amo you show me
[Journal entry after Te Amo]
Hay Dios mío,
Frederico
Why are there monsters at our door?
They’re lookin for a man
That lives in the past
I ain’t that man no more
¿Qué hablando,
Frederico?
Do you sell your woman smoke?
I’m so sorry my darlin’
I prayed you’d never know
I only wanted to save you
I only wanted to get right
I hope that you’ll forgive me
And that you outlive me tonight
I was covered in a scarlet sin,
It was the darkest shade of red
There was no hope in forgiving
And so I tried forgetting instead
You are a son of the divine
You can be baptized
By water
And by fire
And by the blood of Christ
No, I’m a son of a gun
I have a shadow to outrun
Flee with me
You sure can't stay
Let’s go to California
Santo Miguel the Archangel
Be with us tonight
Defend us in battle. Cast out the devil.
See us through to the sunrise
Santo Miguel the Archangel
Save us from these flames
And thrust into hell the infidels
Who brought us to Satan’s gates
Te amo,
Frederico
Come get close to me
I wanna feel you breathe
I want our bones to touch
Te amo, very much
[Journal entry after Son of a Gun]
Once there was a river.
It ran from east to west.
And it knew where it was goin
And it knew what path was best
Oh the river
The river
The river runs downhill
And it wouldn’t be a river
If it was standing still
That long and lonesome river
It took the smoothest course
And that river started winding
Started drifting from the north
Oh the river
The river
The river runs downhill
And it wouldn’t be a river
If it was standing still
When the river reached the desert
And its runnin all ran dry
Didn’t know where else to go
Bein so low comin from so high
Oh the river
The river
The river runs downhill
And it wouldn’t be a river
If it was standing still
So the river quit its runnin
And it settled in the earth
Don’t know what to call it now
What’s a dried up river worth?
Now the river
The river
The river runs uphill
Doesn’t know what keeps it going
Other than its force of will
Oh the river
The river
The river runs uphill
And it wouldn’t be a river
If it was standing still
[Journal entry after The River]
Every night I'm sleeping on the edge of a knife
Keeping my head. staying alive
When I'm in a coffin I'll be resting my eyes
That'll be fine when it's my time
Chains can break but I can't make these demons go away
They'll be back for more, they won't hesitate
That's why i left baby all the way in Santa Fe
And I ain't coming back ain't no other way
Once I was a mountain now'm a tumbling weed
Gone with the wind. Captive and free
Dying of my thirst but I can't reach no more streams
Death finds us all, but I'm still hiding
That's why I won't make it and I won't ever be saved
You are what you are. You get what you make.
If it is a fire then I'm gonna let it blaze
Burning down my life just like I did in Santa Fe
Ooh, ooh
Don't it all come back for you
Ooh, ooh
I'm howling at the moon
[Journal entry after Santa Fe]
No gold, I ain't find none
I hate to break it to you but nobody does
Gold ain't there for findin'
It's something that you take
If there was enough to go around then gold wouldn't be the way to help you better your position
Above your fellow man
This ain't the Garden of Eden, it's a lone and dreary wasteland and there's no gold
In this rusty little tin
So I'm afraid I gotta take it, there are seven deadly sins and six are gold
Oh, six are gold
No gold, I ain't find none
I hate to break it to you, sonny, and nobody does
Gold ain't in the mountains'
No gold in the lakes
If there was gold in heaven then the rich wouldn't let us pray. There's no gold at the bottom.
No gold in your pan.
This ain't no Garden of Eden, it's a lone and dreary wasteland and there's no gold
In this rusty little tin
So I'm afraid I gotta take it, there are seven deadly sins and six are gold
Six are gold
Six are gold
Six are gold
Six are gold
Lust for gold
I'm a glutton for the gold
Pride cometh before the fall and I fall before the gold
I feel a wrath that's golden and I'm greedy for it too
Oh, I envy all my brothers who have more gold than I do
No gold, I ain't find none
I hate to break it to you but nobody does
Gold ain't there for findin'
It's something that you take
And if there was enough to go around then gold wouldn't be the way to help you better your position
Above your fellow man
This ain't no Garden of Eden, it's a lone and dreary wasteland and there's no gold
In this rusty little tin
So I'm afraid I gotta take it, there are seven deadly sins and six are gold
Six are gold
[Journal entry after Gold]
I told her for richer and for poorer
I told her in sickness and in health
I thought myself an unafraid explorer
But finding gold just made me lose myself
When she was my young wife
The future seemed so far away
But now I just blink my eyes
And the future turned into yesterday
I loved her
I wish that I had stayed
Six months turned into six years
And I sold my soul to California
I miss her
Ain't nothing I wouldn't do forer
When I was poorest I was rich
And now I'm rich and I've never been poorer
I've never been poorer
Put me out to pasture
I'm a foolish selfish bastard
I'm about as sound a shepherd
As a mangy hungry wolf
I know nothing gold can stay
And I threw it all away
Ain't nothing I wouldn't do forer
But now I'm rich and I've never been poorer
I've never been poorer
Fred's Tennessee ranch is struggling. The river has dried up. Greta, his wife, comes from money and is unaccustomed to poverty. Leaving her with their young son and two small daughters, Fred sets out with a few other men from town, among them his neighbor Ned Moyer, and makes for California in search of gold. Along the way, Fred encounters unanticipated violence and competition, and he begins to learn of his own strength despite his predisposition toward pacifism. He soon discovers that Ned and several others in the party are fire-eaters, and he is subjected to the indoctrination of white supremacy, a notion he naturally abhors. When he learns that they have been killing Black and Native people and stealing their riches, something inside him breaks. He infiltrates their ranks and exterminates them, Ned included. In the process, he effectively steals what amounts to millions of dollars and flees the Oregon Trail, heading south. Alone.
He sends money back to his family in Tennessee, but he is hell-bent on reaching California to earn a fortune of his own, or to wash the stolen one clean. On the brink of death, Fred stumbles into Santa Fe and saves the life of Margarita, a Mexican woman, from a cruel local man who had murdered her husband. He marries Margarita.
Fred tries to forget his bloody past, but the man he killed in Santa Fe was a fire-eater too, and his brothers are relentless trackers. They hunt Fred down and burn his home, killing Margarita and her son, never knowing he is the same man who slaughtered their kin on the Oregon Trail. Fred takes his vengeance and musters the will to finish his journey to the California gold he set out for.
There is no gold.
Heartbroken, guilt-ridden, and incredibly wealthy, Fred makes his way back to Tennessee. It has been six years. His son is nearly a man; his daughters barely remember him. Greta has married Ned's brother, Dale Moyer. And Fred learns at last that it was the Moyers who choked off the river and ruined the Will farm.
The story of Fred Will is created by Matt Beynon. All songs - the lyrics and melodies, were written by the creator. The songs, in their current state, were produced using AI enhancement tools as a way to capture an intended future production state. These songs are not intended to be distributed.