The Horses End

The horse lies runover with the air smelling like gasoline

The times are changing, no need for a loaded gun

Those that keep a weapon do it as a play thing, they keep it clean

Everybody is so fast, and desert has lost its fun

Too many prissy sissies form the city in the country scene

All the good ones got chased out, those that stuck around got hung

All they wanted was a ruckus, hangman said they were mean

No cheating at cards, no reason to cheat when the good boy's done

The trade has evolved, they do it without being seen

Sitting out of town on my horse

I'm certainly ready for a better course

Let's put the wild back in

Let's get a bit more sin