Hot stampede came over the horizon
The cactus and the cowboys both were sharp
Dim rays of daylight smoked behind the sun
Entering first my eyes and then my heart
Coffee made on the fire, in a can
The buffalo and the railroad roared
Brown wise leather face of the Native man
Progress is pounding, knocking at the door
Revolution stopped just short, pocket watch
in the old town square can tell us the time
The gold rock in the river that he touched
He thought he was rich but it was a crime
They came selling snake oil, and playing cards
The outlaw is now pensive, at the bar.