The American West is where I belong!
It is the land I’m made from;
A wild land tamed by ancestors strong;
I am as tough as they come!
Rugged individual of the cowboy-song;
Living hard, won’t succumb!
To societal standards, avoid the throng;
In the city I am a sore-thumb!
Big skies over empty land, liberty-song!
Cowboy symbol of freedom!
Pull up my boots I stand tall and long!
Now, I’m an outmoded bum?
Hear America singing her death-song?
My liberty sold for a crumb…
Of empty promises is so dang wrong!
D.C. filled with lying scum!
Cowboy Independent this final-song…
Farewell American freedom!
Shoot me dead in this land I belong!
To tyranny I won’t succumb!
America! I am what made you strong!
Now, silence freedom drum…
Left-Right boot march! Comrade-song!