Los Rancheros from Ownership by Mthakathi

rollin, rollin, rollin 'cross the western planes
stirrin up the dust of history
stolen, stolen, stolen were the native claims
and they sell freedom across the seven seas

bow-legged and walkin' tall
they dig their spurs into sovereign walls
the west was never really won at all

pistol-packin, whips-a-crackin' git along!
keep the white hats clean for heaven's sake
a hundred john wayne movies cannot be all wrong
so kill the prairie dogs and feed the snakes

we know they're near we smell the stink
we're not as dumb as the ranchers think
a hearty breed can drive itself extinct

so when the conestogas circle on the trail
with fear of flaming arrows* piercing their bowels
they won't hear the bugle blowing down the rail
because the cavalry's roped in their own corral

this ain't no novel by louis l'amore
the good guys die in bad guys' wars
and as the sun goes down they stand and scream for more

yippie tie-yie-yay!


* a noted hollywood myth

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