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Seen him playing in his
Young boy just out
So much history in this
So much confusion, so much

there drinking on that front porch
Angry kids, mean and
Looks a painting, that blue skyline
God hates fags where we from

'Western skies' make it right
of the brave' don't make no sense
I've seen a scarecrow in wire
Left to die on a high fence

It's a cold, wind
It's a cold, cold
It's a cold blowing, Wyoming

See two run down a deer
Hate what we don't
You give us your children
But it's blood that stains their hands

Somewhere that forks up ahead
To ignorance and
Three lives drift on winds
Two lives ruined, one life