Pilgrim's Progress - Chris Ledoux

There’s ghost ridin' prairies whistlin' through the air

There’s dreams on main street broken dead and bare

And a river and a mountain grow older with the sky

Lookin' for some friends like those from days gone by

While the cowboys and the Indians roll across the range

The poor Buffalo die for silver change

While the renegades and the wranglers

Drank up half town damn if some pilgrims

Didn’t tear the Wild West down

Circlin' like a vulturea all they’d pick the land to bits

Tearin' out its heart forcin' it to quit

Like an old ancient rustler the west just died away

Strangled by progress that greedy beast a prey

While the cowboys and the Indians roll across the range

The poor Buffalo die for silver change

While the renegades and the wranglers

Drank up half town damn if some pilgrims

Didn’t tear the Wild West down

While the renegades and the wranglers

Drank up half the town damn if some pilgrims

Didn’t tear the Wild West down