text: Was on the day the cowboys were band from the range
  Metal touched the world as a master
  They rode their ponies down into cities of gold
  To leave them forever after
  Now the sun was swollen red and old
  The earth it was windy, dark and cold
  Where the highway ends the desert takes it toll
  So dusty, red and angry
  It was a time when men died out on the prairie
  From not having a decent friend
  At night the ghost to the mode of riders
  Was a howlin canyon winds
  You can hear em cryin
  Good God, I think theyre dyin
  When them rangers down in Dallas
  Had all but all given it up and left
  And those that hung on hopin
  Was trying their best to, to forget
  The way those outlaws and desperados
  Right from the cheapest to the best
  Rode in on ponies made of skin and bones
  Gave up their rusty guns and went back home
  And the governor was sent down from population control
  And Marshall law was passed
  Riverboat gamblers put their money on faith
  For the time for hope had passed
  In the cold blue light of the desert night
  There was a thousand starry ships
  And men came down from still I dont know where
  With death on their fingertips
  Now theres no more kings in Texas
  I swear they rounded up each and every one
  And old Atlanta Canastoga
  Reached from the Rocky Mountains into the old dead sun
  Now Anna Maria walks the plains alone
  The last of a struggling people
  She thinks of all those outlaws who wanted to reach for the skies
  And got stuck up on the steeple
  Oh, you can hear them cryin
  Good god, I think theyre dying
  In the wind lord, you can hear em sigh