Call me Mr. Marston, I was sent down here from Blackwater
Don't believe the hype, I'm just a man, don't let your mind wonder
I came here for a man I used to call my BFF
But after years of disrespect, he put a bullet in my chest
Kindness of a stranger gets me back into the saddle
Gun slinging coming later, first I gotta heard the cattle
And there's broncos to be busted, and we could use security
You people just don't understand what these people could do to me
Never really rested and how dare you judge my methods?
Like this world could be a better place if they were all arrested
Don't like the way I handle business, solve your problem yourself
Otherwise make yourself useful and please hand me those shells

Home on the range, I got lows, I got pains
And yet everybody wants a piece of me
But then they call me an outlaw
Yeah they call me an outlaw

Got a six shooter but I don't wanna use it
I plead that they let me be
Instead they call me an outlaw
Yeah they call me an outlaw

Troubles in my past, yeah ya know that I got em
I try to do a little better, but it's never forgotten
They got my wife, they got my kid, they got this man by the balls
So now I work for revolution while I work with the law
Ferry maybe scary headed south down the border
They got the tiny little horses with an eating disorder
I can't believe what I'm seeing, they're all burning alive
Mr. Ricketts getting pissed kid cause I won't choose a side
I got duels to contend with and I gotta find the source
Of the missing group of settlers, whistle for the horse
I make time stand still while I mark you for removal
Welcome to New Austin, it can get a little brutal