Pilgrim's Progress

(الألبوم: Paint Me Back Home In Wyoming - 1978)

There's ghost riding prairies whistling through the air
There's dreams on main street broken dead and bare
And a river and a mountain grow older with the sky
Looking for some friends like those from days gone by

[CHORUS:]
While the cowboys and the Indians roll across the range
The poor Buffalo die for silver change
While the renegades and the wranglers
Drank up half town damn if some pilgrims
Didn't tear the Wild West down

Circling like a vulturea all they'd pick the land to bits
Tearing out its heart forcing it to quit
Like an old ancient rustler the west just died away
Strangled by progress that greedy beast a prey

[CHORUS]

While the renegades and the wranglers
Drank up half the town damn if some pilgrims
Didn't tear the Wild West down