Lyrics:

1972
Writer(s): Michael Martin Murphey, Larry Cansler

Go ahead crazy cowboy
Try to gun down the wind
You can't find your enemies
So you shoot down your friends

Now, your body lies broken
And you may win in the end
But will you be strong
When your enemies are gone
My trigger happy friend

Oh, your daddies a worker
Yes, he digs underground
He's the one who needs freedom
So your shooting him down

And your mammas a housewife
She didn't die for your sins
You say she's insane, so your barrel is aimed
My trigger happy friend

When your six guns are empty
Empty just like your eyes
Oh, your friends won't speak then
They won't tell you more lies.

Oh, you won't have to fight them
You'll have money to spend
But a little boy who hid
Saw what you did
You trigger happy kid