When the sun sinks and fades
The colours stretch from coast to coast
When the cowboys fought with blades
While the horses were tied to their hitching pole
The dust has settled on their boots n hat
They come to the saloon to wash It down
Drinking whiskey and talking of this n that
And when night sets they leave town
In the morn, out on the far side of Deadwood
Two rebels are shootin it out
One bullet hits its mark, the other hits the dust and one cowboy stood
His gun cleared leather quick, with him standin tall n stout
While I ride the big roan heading east
Tryin to get out and find a place to call home
I ride from dawn to dusty, only to look into the eyes of the beast
And at night I head to the saloon to sip some foam
Living the life of a gambler and a rider
I keep on going farther and farther from what I love
I want a home, a place to live, a place to sit and sip cider
I have ridden the prairie, shot, and dove
All I have is my pistol, saddle, rifle and horse
My life is on the line, specially if I keep packin iron
I kept heading this way, made by some sort of force
All o f a sudden, something went off in my head, like a siren
A bullet whipped past my head with a loud whine
I jump of my hoss, hit the ground with guns in hand
Pumping, triggering, and levering all of the shells I can this time
I got off the ground, reloaded, and took a stand
I’m sick and tired of having to dodge lead
And having to shoot to make it here
Cause one of these days it could be me getting shot in the head
And for a final entrance, I walked into a saloon and ordered a beer
I go into a quickly paced poker game
And all the chips were won with my hands
The man who called me a cheat apparently had a great deal of fame
For when he drew the gun in my palm had bucked off and I ran off to the lands
While I passed through a desert of heat and sand that was dry
I was weary on my mount with my lips all parched
I caught myself wishing for an ice-cold rye
We went till sunset, and looking for a place to stay my mount marched
There, a creek. I hopped off and lit out
I kept running till I realized Id never get to it
My horse nudged me and I crawled into the saddle, unable to sit stout
And off the mount ran, like it were in a big ol’ fit
We rounded off a hill and I thought I knew this place
It looked so familiar, and then it hit me-this is where I grew up
I looked around, found my old place, knocked on the door, and I saw my momma’s face
I was here, I was home, and now I could drink my coffee in a real cup.
I need a title and some good critisism. lol. I made it uop in bed this mornin. lol