saddle up for frontier justice hang'em high on the dusty plain
make no mistake friend the outlaws will come back again
yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeehaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaw!!!!!!!! they killed the
natives and they killed each other they shot them in the back too
many to keep track the used a six-gun that's how the west was won
so i went way out west to feel the legend so i pulled into a
truckadero i saw garth brooks with some lonesome steer but they
wouldn't let me lynch that yuppie cowboy that really left a tear
in my beer i said where's ringo and jesse james where's wyatt
earp and john wayne where's clint eastwood and lorne green i'd
like to meet them all way down in abilene they would make a
stand, like the rifleman he would shoot them down with a shotgun
in his hand if they gone wacko like the ones in waco so pass me a
bilbe and cross of rio grando so they threw me out of the
truckadero while garth brooks rode that lonesome steer they said
they loved yuppie cowboy that really left a tear in my beer home,
home on the range where the deer and the antelope play where
seldom is heard a discouraging word and the skies are not clously
all day these plastic cowboys wouldn't stand a chance against the
vigilantes from old montana they'd be swinging from an old pine
tree they'd mess their pants and their boots would fill with pee
they don't know the james gang or doc holiday if they met sitting
bull they would run away and if they met geronimo that would be
the end and little annie oakley would shoot'em in the head these
phoneys never crossed the red river they never got clse to ann
margaret's liver or the chisholm trial on a cattle drive a
thounsand head of steer, oh my gawd
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