I'm a Worn Out Covered Wagon
Tune: Clementine

I’m a worn out covered wagon
Many times my shape you’ve seen,
Rolling westward, ever westward,
On your television screen.

I’m the bad guy you’ve heard tell of,
Cattle rustler, robber bold,
And the good guy always gets me
That’s the way the story’s told.

I’m a cowboy on my pony
On an endless cattle drive,
Breathing dust and crossing rivers,
It’s a wonder I’m alive.

I’m a ghost town, long abandoned,
Everybody’s gone away,
But I once was full of people
Happy miners, rich and brave!

I’m the sheriff of the county
With a star upon my chest.
Oh I never shirk my duty
I’m the best shot in the west.

I’m a campfire and you’ll see me
When the evening shadows fall.
Here the cowboys cook their supper
And a song’s enjoyed by all.

Now the people all weren’t handsome
I am sorry to relate,
But they had the will and vision
That have made America great.

I can tell of deeds of bravery
Sacrifice and sorrow, too,
As the wagon trains moved westward.
Best of all, my tales are true