Pistols, Whips and Coyotes

The Spirit of the west, still exists, The Spirit of the west, with clenched fists Wild frontiers, of wind and rain Year after year, chose to stay Quick to draw, the fastest ace Fuck the law, just his way Boots and spurs, head held high In the dirt, he lost his life Banks at will, souls and might Drank until, he lost his fight Indian wars, controlled the plaines The cowboy soared, til none remained