Seen him playing in his backyard
Young boy just starting out
So much history in this landscape
So much confusion, so much doubt
Been there drinking on that front porch
Angry kids, mean and dumb
Looks like a painting, that blue skyline
God hates fags where we come from
western skies dont make it right
home of the brave dont make no sense
Ive seen a scarecrow wrapped in wire
Left to die on a high ridge fence
Its a cold, cold wind
Its a cold, cold wind
Its a cold wind blowing, wyoming
See two coyotes run down a deer
Hate what we dont understand
You pioneers give us your children
But its your blood that stains their hands
Somewhere that road forks up ahead
To ignorance and innocence
Three lives drift on different winds
Two lives ruined, one life spent