Boone had a colt and a frying pan a quarter horse, American
Half a heart, fully a man and the greed of Eve and ol' Satan
Boone stole nickels and Boone stole dimes filled the hole and masked his pride
Though his mother said that the way of life was ever better in a poor man's mind
But Boone found that he had no peace diggin' the dirt and kicking the streets
'Til he gambled a cent and came back with three bad, bad Boone became a thief
No good could be found in Boone no Robin Hood, no whistled tune
Through the guilt of God, he was immune as that curse of greed just grew and grew
He had no wife, no boundary line no cowboy code or moral sight
No child that he wouldn't fight no widow safe in the cheatin' nights
But what hurt another ain't hurt him he'd do anything for a pretty little gem
A coin in the bank, worth the whole damn limb cash ever flowing but spirit so grim
Rich in pocket and poor in love his soul went down and the money went up
Died before he could fill his cup and what a pointless life that was
Ain't no money gonna bring Boone back from dust he came and that's what lasts
Good ol' dirt, we all shall pass the rich, the poor, both withered grass
Here lies Boone, so fully man forgotten on his piece of land
Buried with his frying pan and the greed of Eve and ol' Satan