Louis L'Amour - Corb Lund

Readin' old westerns with them white and black Stetsons

They made it real simple to tell bad from good

It seems people these days are wearin' all kinds of grey

I miss them old dusters 'cause I knew where I stood

You can’t count any more on Louis L’Amour

To paint you the lay of the land

And tell you who’s on your side, stride for stride

And who’s gonna ride for the brand

But don’t get me wrong there was a lot goin' on

Back in them wild lawless days

Not every gunfight was won by the good guys

And one person’s outlaw was another man’s saint

But still

You can’t count any more on Louis L’Amour

To show you the lay of the land

And tell you who’s on your side, stride for stride

And who’s gonna ride for the brand

That old Russell hangs in a busted up frame

In a tire shop off the highway at

A young mother cries as she searches the eyes

Of a son who’s known nothin' but desperate pain

A young mother cries as she searches the skies

For a time before meth hit our great western range