Boone Lyrics

Boone had a colt and a frying pan

A quarter horse, American

Half a heart, fully a man

And the greed of Eve and ol' Satan

Boone stole nickels and Boone stole dimes

To fill the hole and mask his pride

Though his mother said that the way of life

Was ever better in a poor man's mind

But Boone found that he had no peace

Licking the dirt and kicking the streets

Till he gambled a cent and came back with three

Bad bad Boone became a thief

No good could be found in Boone

No Robin Hood and no whistled tune

To the guilt of God he was immune

As that cursed greed just grew and grew

He had no wife, no boundary line

No cowboy code or moral sight

No child that he wouldn't fight

No widow safe from the cheatin' lies

What hurt another, ain't hurt him

He'd do anything for a pretty little gem

A coin in the bank, worth a whole damn limb

Cash ever flowing, spirit so grim

Rich in pocket, poor in love

His soul went down and the money went up

He died before he could fill his cup

And what a pointless life that was

Ain't no money gonna bring Boone back

From dust he came and that's what lasts

Good ol' dirt, we all shall pass

The rich the poor, both withered grass

Here lays Boone, so fully man

Forgotten on his piece of land

And buried with his frying pan

And the greed of Eve and ol' Satan