[VERSE 1]

That blood-soaked frontier

They call the Great Southwest

It’s a trail marked by tears

It just follows all the rest

Hidalgo and his dirty boys

All running for the ledge

All hollers and dark noise

Trying to balance on the edge

[Chorus]

But here comes the Dynamite Kid

He’s got a box of wooden matches and a shit eating grin

Just like his daddy did

[VERSE 2]

There’s a fire on the range

All the sentries standin’ armed

Smoke hangs low and strange

Iron soldiers all unharmed

As a statue in the mist

Bloody sword up to the sky

Another name checked off the list

Another song came out as a sigh

[Chorus]

But here comes the Dynamite

He’s got a pocket full of powder and a loud attitude

Just like his daddy did

[VERSE 3]

Black hands are on the barn

Embers falling from the loft

Just like a shooting star

As it shimmers in the trough

White Caps are cutting wire

Bringing guns into the house

The judges stand up higher

Now the cat begets the mouse

[Chorus]

But here comes the Dynamite Kid

With two lungs full of pride and his finger on the switch

Just like his daddy did