Western Centuries Dynamite Kid
[VERSE 1]
That blood-soaked frontier
They call the Great Southwest
It's a trail marked by tears
It just follows all the rest
Hidalgo and his dirty boys
All running for the ledge
All hollers and dark noise
Trying to balance on the edge
[Chorus]
But here comes the Dynamite Kid
He's got a box of wooden matches and a shit eating grin
Just like his daddy did
[VERSE 2]
There's a fire on the range
All the sentries standin' armed
Smoke hangs low and strange
Iron soldiers all unharmed
As a statue in the mist
Bloody sword up to the sky
Another name checked off the list
Another song came out as a sigh
[Chorus]
But here comes the Dynamite
He's got a pocket full of powder and a loud attitude
Just like his daddy did
[VERSE 3]
Black hands are on the barn
Embers falling from the loft
Just like a shooting star
As it shimmers in the trough
White Caps are cutting wire
Bringing guns into the house
The judges stand up higher
Now the cat begets the mouse
[Chorus]
But here comes the Dynamite Kid
With two lungs full of pride and his finger on the switch
Just like his daddy did
