Cowboys and Pirates

Pirates are here
It's hard to write a Cowboy song
Water is plenty and salty, red tide coming on
Everybody's drinking, the fish ain't biting
Coquinas in the bucket, waiting to die
It's high noon, rising tides

All these beaches are crawling with fools Breaking Mama's rules
If we don't clean our shit up soon
It's all gonna go boom
The Indians on this coast
They saw food and sand
Nature's plan
Then they saw the White Man
Damn

I'm falling asleep in delirium
I'm sick as a dog at a mountain lodge
I'm in luxury's lap
Rain tap tapping on my balcony
While the Miners and Cowboys
Are drinking their stout
The Pirates come in and clean it all out
It's high noon, busted times
Rocky Mountain high

All these mountains are crawling with fools Breaking Mama's rules
If we don't clean our mess up soon
This boom town'll go boom
The Indians in these hills
They followed elk through the Aspens
Nature's plan
Then they saw the White Man
Damn

We've had long days of summertime
Tall cotton, homesteaded river time
Brought home the bacon and the Bonnie Blue singing, "We all did what we could do"
And now we're rounding up the Indians
Running out the Mexicans
Now I can see that we're in the weeds
High noon beating down hard on me

All these fields are crawling with fools
Breaking Mama's rules
If we don't clean our shit up soon
It's all gonna go boom
The Indians round here they saw Nature's plan
It was grand
Then they saw the White Man