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Saddle up for frontier justice
Hang'em high on the dusty plain
Make no mistake friend
The outlaws will come back again
Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaw!!!!!!!!
They killed the natives and
They killed each other
They shot them in the back
Too many to keep track
The used a six-gun that's
How the west was won
So i went way out west to
Feel the legend
So i pulled into a truckadero
I saw garth brooks with
Some lonesome steer
But they wouldn't let me
Lynch that yuppie cowboy
That really left a tear in
My beer
I said where's ringo
And jesse james
Where's wyatt earp
And john wayne
Where's clint eastwood
And lorne green
I'd like to meet them
All way down
In abilene they would
Make a stand
Like the rifleman he
Would shoot them down
With a shotgun in his hand
If they gone wacko like
The ones in waco
So pass me a bilbe and
Cross of rio grando
So they threw me out of
The truckadero
While garth brooks rode
That lonesome steer
They said they loved
Yuppie cowboy
That really left a tear
In my beer home
Home on the range
Where the deer
And the antelope play
Where seldom is heard a
Discouraging word
And the skies are not
Clously all day
Home on the range
Where the deer
And the antelope play
Where seldom is heard a
Discouraging word
And the skies are not
Clously all day
These plastic cowboys
Wouldn't stand a chance
Against the vigilantes from
Old montana
They'd be swinging from an
Old pine tree
They'd mess their pants and
Their boots would fill with pee
They don't know the james
Gang or doc holiday
If they met sitting bull they
Would run away
And if they met geronimo
That would be the end
And little annie oakley
Would shoot'em
In the head these phoneys
Never crossed the red river
They never got clse to ann
Margaret's liver
Or the chisholm trial on
A cattle
Drive a thounsand head
Of steer, oh my gawd
Frontier Justice - D.O.A.
