Cowboys, I Think

It's flat and dusty
You can see me coming for miles
No trees to conceal my air
That's why you live here, maybe

Somehow you know
Maybe you just smell it
That's why you bar the door
Standing by the window shaking

You must be afraid of me
Long before you can even see me

Lips tight you're trying
The prey that dare not show its fear
There ain't nothin for you here, stranger
That's why you live here, maybe

You'd rather shoot me
Than to bother and get to know me
Just get back on your horse and ride
Any way but closer to me
That's why I came here
Cause you don't live here
I'll tell your face, I'll tell your corpse
Don't you ever mess with Texas