Good Ol’ Day To Die

Back in the 18th Century
When the west is wild as the eye could see
Pack up the wife and the wagon get some land for free
Endless trail to liberty
And oh, well it's a good ol' day to die
But I ain't gonna die today

Dangerous road I don't think it's not
Well the sun is blazing and my steel is hot
The Vaqueros pounce and the guns are out
I go clack, clack, clack
So they can stretch out in a box
It's a good ol' day to die
But I ain't gonna die today

Lost out in the dust, its a hustle, its a bustle
I've been looking to hell to get out, alone
Death a-comes a-knocking like a bullet from the shadow
Oh my God!
I'm not ready for the light

Men in black and poachers from the east
Now take your wife and the wagon and your family
You're never gonna get out of here alive
So up under his chin I place my .45
I said Lord, well it's a good ol' day to die
But I ain't gonna die today, Lord