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.
Copyright © Kevin Harmon | Year Posted 2010
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