This Land is the orphan kiddie Of the group with their stars in the Flag, And it's looked on Outside as an alien, Where its treatment makes honest men gag. It's treated the same as the harlot...
The home of the tin can and dog, A waste of snow, ice, and moss. The graveyard of ambitions, The by-word for hell, The home of the famed double cross. Men come here for gold, Ambitious for wealth...
A man that's spent years knocking round "out in front" Has most usually had lots of pals-- He's mixed up with pardners at various times And he's had his affairs with the gals....
For a thousand years the Devil crouched On the white hot flags of hell: For a thousand years the Devil cursed The imps that had chained him well; For a thousand years the Devil sulked...
When the stars from the skies have fallen And the smoke of the world's cleared away; When Saint Peter marks "30" in Life's Book And we meet there on Judgment Day; When our trials and troubles are ended...
As one who lays aside a task, where one has ruled alone, I lay aside the crown of hell, and give to you my throne; As one who feels his race is run, whose day is of the past,...
Where the ragged, snow-capped saw tooth Cuts the azure of the sky And watches o'er the lonely land As ages wander by; Where the sentinel pines in grandeur Murmur to the glacier stream...
He was born far east of the Rockies Of a pet in society's van; A wine-soaked daughter of pleasure Bred back and threw a man; A man-child who grew up a stranger, Who never could learn the way...
My trade was old when the world was new, Ere the pyramids rose by the Nile Men quitted their wives, and gave me their goods For the warmth of my kiss, and my smile. For never was wife who could hold her man...
The dream of the white man ever goes out To the fight that can never be won, And ever he plans to do the things That they say can never be done. It's seldom he values the things that are...
Along in early spring time, as the sun starts swinging North To linger with the land it loves, and violets peep forth, When the water starts to running thru the riffle blocks at noon...