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' don't make it right 
'Home of the brave' don't make no sense 
I've seen a scarecrow wrapped in wire 
Left to die on a high ridge fence 
It's a cold, cold wind 
It's a cold, cold wind 
It's a cold wind blowing, Wyoming 
 
See two coyotes run down a deer 
Hate what we don't understand 
You pioneers give us your children 
But it's 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