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
Find more similar lyrics on http://mp3lyrics.com/L7ithrew 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