The old west, a place where a cowboy could
Roam the land,
Drifters could be seen riding in from the horizon,
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.