How The West Was Lost

This is inspired by the Sun Brother song "Westward."

This is for you, Weasel. 16 years in the making.


Kids like us don’t stand a chance in this world
That’s why all I need are my friends, my gun, and my girl.
I am a drifter, a loner, a sinner
A friend, a foe, a killer, a winner
I am the worst thing this town has ever seen
I am the one wiping all their slates clean
I learned from a young age that I wouldn’t amount to shit
My past has taught me not one fucking bit
I cuss loud at the saloon so everyone will hear me
I shoot at the roof so everyone will fear me
I cheat during draws so no one will ever face me
I keep telling the world you know you can’t replace me
I steal from the rich and give to the poor
I am the one that you lock up your doors for
I chose to live the life of an outlaw
Disrespect me and I’ll be the last thing you ever saw
Just me, my girl, and my Colt .45
That’s exactly how I intend to survive
One night at the saloon an old man said to me,
“I’ve got a secret, and its just between you and me,
A young man tied your girl to the tracks out of jealousy.”
“Old man, do you see any fear in these eyes?
Now tell me which one of these fools is wearing the disguise?”
The man pointed to his right, at a young man in a vest
I walked straight up to the young man and poked him in the chest
“Sir, I hope you know that you just tested the best.”
“Well, I’m the new sheriff and you’re an unwelcome guest.”
“Okay, Sheriff, I just hope today you feel blessed.”
I pulled out my Colt, and laid the young man to rest.
Before I walked out the door, that old man said to me,
“Boy, do you even know where it is you want to be?”
“I’m going where there’s blue skies for miles and the land is all you see.”
“Don’t you know things like that don’t come in this world for free.”
“Well, old man, your worlds rules don’t apply to kids likeme.”
So I drank all my whiskey and then I drank some more
And made my way right out that door
Head held high and my gun to the sky
I shouted out my one last battle cry
I hoped I wouldn’t find her on those tracks bound
But I pray to no God, because I don’t want to be found
Walked straight to those tracks and laying in front of me
Was my world, my girl, my future bride to be
I untied the ropes and lifted her from those tracks
We walked into the sunset and never looked back.
I knew that old man would one day be proud,
Take a look at us now, just look at me now.

To Be Continued...

William "BH" Wallace a.k.a Winston Wolf a.k.a the Mayor of Bedrock