The storm rolled in with thunder on the horizon, flags waving from high towers while the working crowd stood alone. Smoke curled through the pines as the fire lit the sky, but still the voice rang out — “It ain’t me… I won’t bow to anyone.” A rebel’s anthem for those who stand tall in the shadow of the gun.

Shadow of the Gun

Don't Tread

Where You Goin' Now

Best of Volume 1

And the Cradle Will Rock...

In The Heart Of The Young

Can't Get Enough

The Very Best Of Winger

Seventeen

Slippery When Wet

Raise Your Hands

Kate's Tracks: LOST EP

Bad Medicine

Permanent Vacation

Angel