Cowboy Independent

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!