Stalker of the Chaparal

Stalker of the Chaparral O you wild horned beast You stalker of the Chaparral Your meat is wanted for the East So, heed to the cowboy’s call. They say a country is built Upon the steel lines of the railroad, And big men of finance Or the land where cotton grow’d It is understandable why they think Not of the Stalker of the Chaparral With his lances of Ivory and Heeds not to the wild cowboy’s call For those who writ history and Will sit upon their cushioned chairs And will scoff at you with scorn For your greatness they do not care For they hate those wild and wooly Hunters of the Stalkers of the Chaparral With his lances of Ivory and Heeds not to the wild cowboy’s call In later years of this land They will try to lessen You r importance and necessity In this country of men They will turn their backs on you Expecting you to be there for them As they take Freedom away But their corruption and lust will consume them For brick and mortar will crumble As evil consumes it’s self in hate Bringing down their house of cards This will be their fate So, you and I old friend O’ Stalker of the Chaparral With your lances of ivory And, please hear my cowboy call. Let those who don’t understand Your freedom, Independence and spirit Lust for control and hollow power For this is what lies within their spirit. So, stay free and wild my friend O’ Lone Stalker of the Chaparral With your lances of Ivory And Heed not my wild cowboy call.