| Some cowboys were a ridin', ridin’on the range;
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| The grass was over grazed there, and spotted like some mange;
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| The buffalo were dead there, the trees they all were through,
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| and if they saw some Injuns, why they would kill them too.
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| West or bust, in God we trust, Let’s rape, let’s kill, let’s steal
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| We can almost justify, anything we feel;
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| I’m climbing up that ladder, more brownie points for me
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| I’ll work my way to Jesus you wait and see.
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| Said one cowboy to another,
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| I think it would be nice, if we could take these injuns and convert them all to Christ; |
| See, they are all disgusting, and bringing me great pain,
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| and if they don’t believe me, we’ll put a bullet in their brains!
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| I am always shoutin', when I go outside,
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| how people should repent now, or they’re going to die.
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| My motives are all selfish, I’m a cannon brimmed with powder.
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| If people don’t believe me, I just beat them and yell louder. |