Seen him playing in his backyard
Young boy just starting out
So much history in this landscape

So much confusion, so much doubt

Been there drinking on that front porch

Angry kids, mean and dumb
Looks like a painting, that blue skyline
God hates !@$)s where we come from


'Western skies' don't make it right
'Home of the brave' don't make no sense

I've seen a scarecrow wrapped in wire
Left to die on a high ridge fence
It's a cold, cold wind

It's a cold, cold wind
It's a cold wind blowing, Wyoming


See two coyotes run down a deer
Hate what we don't understand
You pioneers give us your children

But it's your blood that stains their hands

Somewhere that road forks up ahead

To ignorance and innocence
Three lives drift on different winds
Two lives ruined, one life spent