I say we go back
to the wild west days
da way i reckon we should be,
leave dem in a haze
beggin us all fer mercy.
I learnt me a lessun
watchin bonanza
that i reckon i can share,
'bout how what life hands ya
ain't always fair.
Ya gots ta git back
in that there saddle
and show you gots the stuff,
you can't just up 'n skedaddle
when things git too rough.
Ya stick to yor' guns
never back down,
then when ye gets
trouble on the runs
show it the way out o' town.
