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 fags 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
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