Legend of the Whistling Kid Lyrics

One day lying on the grass

Watching red-tailed hawks fly by

Feeling that his life would pass

Without him ever knowing why

His mind grew lost in restlessness

He knew he wouldn't stay young long

So he blew his mom a kiss

And wandered off into a song

About frontiers and wild lands

Where native people lived in skins

With feet as naked as their hands

And muscles hard as skeletons

He wandered straight into the sun

Guided by a Great Unknown

And though he'd left without a gun

And never had a broken bone

In two months he'd acquired both

Each collected in a fight

Along with this, his solemn oath

That he'd decide himself what's right

Even if that meant murdering

Or robbery, or sabotage

He took to lonely whistling

And never had an entourage

And no one ever knew his name

This wandering, whistling stranger

Who wandered with the simple aim

Of not avoiding danger

His whistle traveled like a ghost

And was as lonely as the moon

His legend spread from coast to coast

While making frontier daughters swoon

Thru wild lands he rode and hid

And hunted beasts and evil men

The Legend of the Whistling Kid

Became enshrined in ink and pen

It traveled as if on the wind

Across the land and every sea

For righteous hypocrites who sinned

His legend carried infamy

And no one ever knew his name

This wandering, whistling stranger

Who wandered with the simple aim

Of not avoiding danger

There was a target on his back

In place for others seeking fame

But he survived every attack

And none used him to build their name

He traveled often brazenly

As if he couldn't be outmanned

Dishonest men mistakenly

Thought they could get an upper hand

He fought, believing what was right

With pure tenacious, honest views

And never lost a single fight

That he could not afford to lose

And then one day he disappeared

As if he was a setting sun

Except he never reappeared

Not seen again by anyone

On lonely nights when the wind blows

Hackles get to bristling

On every evil man who knows

It may not be wind whistling

It may be, cutting through the air

The Whistling Kid's own warning

That he is watching everywhere

So be gone by the morning!

And no one ever knew his name

This wandering, whistling stranger

Who wandered with the simple aim

Of not avoiding danger