Cold outside of Omaha
When the sun goes down
Wind blowing cold and dry
Through an empty town
I rode in from Wichita
Miles down the line
Frozen heart and a monkey's paw
Murder on my mind
When the night falls
Lonely on the plain
And still I ride to wreck your
Home on the range
I can't forget the day
He stole your heart
And as you rose away
I felt the cryin start
And now I'm on my way
To shoot you down
Tomorrow you will lay
Inside the cold hard ground
When the night falls
Lonely on the plain
And still I ride to wreck your
Home on the range