EVACUATION OF THE WEST (a.k.a. No More K

<br>Was on the day the cowboys were band from the range<br>Metal touched the world as a master<br>They rode their ponies down into cities of gold<br>To leave them forever after<br>Now the sun was swollen red and old<br>The earth it was windy, dark and cold<br>Where the highway ends the desert takes it toll<br>So dusty, red and angry<br>It was a time when men died out on the prairie<br>From not having a decent friend<br>At night the ghost to the mode of riders<br>Was a howlin` canyon winds<br><br>You can hear em` cryin`<br>Good God, I think they`re dyin`<br><br>When them rangers down in Dallas<br>Had all but all given` it up and left<br>And those that hung on hopin`<br>Was trying their best to, to forget<br>The way those outlaws and desperados<br>Right from the cheapest to the best<br>Rode in on ponies made of skin and bones<br>Gave up their rusty guns and went back home<br>And the governor was sent down from population control<br>And Marshall law was passed<br>Riverboat gamblers put their money on faith<br>For the time for hope had passed<br><br>In the cold blue light of the desert night<br>There was a thousand starry ships<br>And men came down from still I don`t know where<br>With death on their fingertips<br>Now there`s no more kings in Texas<br>I swear they rounded up each and every one<br>And old Atlanta Canastoga<br>Reached from the Rocky Mountains into the old dead sun<br>Now Anna Maria walks the plains alone<br>The last of a struggling people<br>She thinks of all those outlaws who wanted to reach for the skies<br>And got stuck up on the steeple<br><br>Oh, you can hear them cryin`<br>Good god, I think they`re dying`<br>In the wind lord, you can hear em` sigh