Cowboys In the Badlands

Cowboys in the Badlands Out West, across the great divide great open spaces oceans wide. Beauty in these badlands does hide everything fights us as we ride. Last stop, was exciting wild Abilene shot an hombre that was very mean. Watched him bleed as he slowly died his gal held him and loudly she cried. Before, she had sworn love to me next his dying love she swore to be. Riding away fast, ahead of the Law looking back, cloud of dust we saw. My partner lit out on me last night cried this was surely not his fight. He turned back east galloping so fast we had our time, had a damn blast. Ahead the badlands beckon me on this cowboy life sets me all alone. Hot as hell the water miles ahead A night's rest to clear my head. Morning sun woke me to great heat no bread, bacon and eggs to eat. Precious water is in very short supply always fleeing, I ponder just why. No time to enjoy such pretty views my path ahead, my life I must choose. Avoiding Indians and the chasing men forever alone with never a friend. This beauty now I can slow to see posse has surely given up on me. Coyotes call , rattlesnakes do hiss comfort of town I do sorely miss. Found now, a dusty trail to old Mexico across the Rio Grande I now go. Far behind, hell's horses race after me dancing with pretty senoritas I'll soon be! 10/11/2014