The old west, a place where a cowboy could
Roam the land,
Drifters could be seen riding in from the
Horizon, long ago.
Wagon trains with families seeking that new
World of hope and prosperity,
Bandits and outlaws, robbing banks, criminals
Of the day hanging from trees.
A western town where a sheriff walked the street
Trying to keep some peace,
Gamblers could be heard drinking and howling
From a saloon, long ago.
Dance hall girls dressed for the time, somewhere
Back in a western time,
The eighteen hundreds, where pioneers carved a
Trail through the years.
Western world, where families worked the land,
the future was a mystery to be Seen.