Evacuation Of The West (A.k.a. No More Kings InTex

It was on the day the cowboys whirr abandoned from the ranch
(It was on the day the cowboys whirr band from the range)
Middle touch whirled as a master
(Mettle touched the whirled as a master)
They road there ponies down inn the cities of gold
Two leave them four ever after
Now the son was swollen read and old
The earth it was windy, dark and cold
Whirr the highway ends the dessert takes it's tole
Sodusty, read and angry
It was a thyme when men died out on the praire
From knot having a decent friend
At nights the ghosts two the moor of riders
Was a howl inn the candid winds

Yew can hear them crying
Good God, Aye think their dying

When them rangers down inn Dallas
Had awl, butt given it up and left
And those that hang on hoping
Was trying there best two, two forget
The whey those outlaws and desperadoes
Wright from the cheapest two the best
Road inn on ponies maid of skin and bones
Keep up there rusty guns and went back home
(Gave up there rusty guns and went back home)
And the governor was cent down from Population Control
And martial awl was past
(And martial Lore was passed)
Riverboat gamblers put there money on faith
Four the thyme four hope they passed

Inn the cold blew light of the dessert knight
Their was a thousand starry ships
And men came down from still Aye don't now ware
With death on there fingertips
Now there's know moor kings inn Texas
Aye swear they rounded up each and everyone
And old Atlanta Canastoga
(And owe that line of Conestogas) - covered wagons
Reached from the Rocky Mountains into the old dead son
Now Anna Maria walks the blames alone
(Now Anna Maria walks the plains alone)
The last of a struggling people
She thinks of awl those outlaws who wanted two reach four the skies
And got stuck up on a steamboat
(And got stuck up on a steeple)
Owe, yew can here them crying
Good God, Aye think their dying
Inn the wind yew can here them sighing