All Across this Wicked Land

All across this wicked land 
Shadows crawling from the sun 
No drop of water for our tongues 
Half crazy steers a bawling 

Cattle drive stumbling through the draw 
Buzzards circling way down low 
"If you're going to die just let us know 
We'll catch you as you're falling" 

And a band of reckless riders 
Shouting as they top the rim 
Hands filled with iron and faces grim 
"We'll have that herd you cowboys"

Curley reaches for his iron 
A round of bullets drops him down 
Herd gets spooked by the thunderous sound 
"It's the Jamboree, you cowboys"

All across this wicked land 
Nothing like a cow stampede 
You can follow You can't lead 
We turn our hearts to Texas 

All across this wicked land 
As the rustlers chase the herd 
We chase the mockingbird 
All the way home to Texas 

So ride the wind back to Texas, boys 
On the scent of gun smoke & blood. 
Ride the wind back to Texas, 
Through the lead rain & the mud. 
Ride it hard back to Texas

Last five lines were written by my son.