text: Seen him playing in his backyard
  Young boy just starting out
  So much history in this landscape
  So much confusion, so much doubt
  Been there drinking on that front porch
  Angry kids, mean and dumb
  Looks like a painting, that blue skyline
  God hates fags where we come from
  Western skies dont make it right
  Home of the brave dont make no sense
  Ive seen a scarecrow wrapped in wire
  Left to die on a high ridge fence
  Its a cold, cold wind
  Its a cold, cold wind
  Its a cold wind blowing, Wyoming
  See two coyotes run down a deer
  Hate what we dont understand
  You pioneers give us your children
  But its your blood that stains their hands
  Somewhere that road forks up ahead
  To ignorance and innocence
  Three lives drift on different winds
  Two lives ruined, one life spent
  Western skies dont make it right
  Home of the brave dont make no sense
  Ive seen a scarecrow wrapped in wire
  Left to die on a high ridge fence
  Its a cold, cold wind
  Its a cold, cold wind
  Its a cold wind blowing, Wyoming
  Somewhere that road forks up ahead
  To ignorance and innocence
  Three lives drift on different winds
  Two lives ruined, one life spent
  Western skies dont make it right
  Home of the brave dont make no sense
  Ive seen a scarecrow wrapped in wire
  Left to die on a high ridge fence
  Its a cold, cold wind
  Its a cold, cold wind
  Its a cold wind blowing, Wyoming
  Its a cold, cold wind
  Its a cold, cold wind
  Its a cold wind blowing, Wyoming