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.