He Grew up running with the Western Sioux
Fighting crows, counting coup
Til the buffalo jump cleared the plains, Mr Winchester took what remained

Lost his brother in the Indian Wars. at Little Bighorn to Custers hoards.
but He took eight scalps, a bayonet hole, a
Hard heart, and a revolving colt

Oh knife, horse and blood, it don’t pay to lose, when the West is Won.

She was the daughter of a Mennonite hay farmer, she knew the prairie, the prairie knew her.
Until the crop dried up and blew away from a lack of rain due to lack of faith
So her daddy looked for work with hat in hand, took a job with the livery in Sutherland.
Til he got kicked by a green broke roan, never got up, never came home.

Hard work, , horse and blood. it don’t pay to lose, when the West is Won.

So he took up riding in a western show. Firing blanks of black powder smoke.
He killed General Custer every Friday night, watched him die in the kerosene light.
He got word about Wounded Knee, smoke twirled In the pale breeze.
He cried for blood, prayed for peace, cut his braid in the shade of a cottonwood tree.

Oh knife, horse and blood, it don’t pay to lose, the West is Won.

She’s got forty acres of her own land, hunts what she could and grows what she can.
Sleeps with a lever action .44, she ain’t got no use for a man no more.
Orions Belt shining true, she says I’ll search the sky for a sign of you.
Hell I’ve done you proud, look at these hands and leaves the light on for her old man,

Hard work, horse and blood. it don’t pay to lose, when the West is Won.