Seen him playing in his backyard Young boy just startin'' out So much history in this landscape So much confusion so much doubt Been there drinking on that front porch Angry kids mean and dumb Looks like a painting that blue skyline God hates fags where we come from ''Western skies'' don''t make it right ''Home of the brave'' don''t make no sense I''ve seen a scarecrow wrapped in wire Left to die on a high ridge fence It''s a cold cold wind It''s a cold cold wind It''s a cold wind blowing Wyoming See two coyotes runnin'' down a deer Hate what we don''t understand You pioneers give us your children But it''s your blood that stains their hands ''Western skies'' don''t make it right ''Home of the brave'' don''t make no sense I''ve seen a scarecrow wrapped in wire Left to die on a high ridge fence It''s a cold cold wind It''s a cold cold wind It''s a cold wind blowing Wyoming Somewhere that road forks up ahead To ignorance and innocence Three lives drift on different