With pistol cocked and spurs ablaze
There patrolled Bullwhip McCoy
Who ruled the west until his death
The Railroad killed the Cowboy
First rode along a bleached white train
Which released three thousand cattle
Iron hoofs trampled all Bullwhip land
Their mooing and stamping like battle
Second rode the rusted red train
With six hundred men of the law
That day on Bullwhips job perished
Sheriffs carved the crime like a saw
Third rode a train all coal soot black
That brought seventy union men
They drank Bullwhips saloons all dry
Not a glass touched his hands again
Finally rode a pale steel train
Drawing straight three carts of cold rail
Westward bound it takes Bullwhips house down
And leaves one lengthy iron grail
With pistol empty and spurs all rust
There limped old Bullwhip McCoy
Who rode the west until his death
The Railroad killed the Cowboy