Ross Knox

Ross Knox stood by the round pen gate

Cold in his buckskin steed

Along came his true love, the Lily of the West

Wishing her lover Godspeed

Where are you going, Ross Knox? she said

Where are you going? said she

Oh, I have been commanded

A helmet I must wear

I will ride to another country

To the High Sierra I will ride, my love

Perhaps to the wild Patagonia

But your love will remain in my heart, my dear

So long, Arizona

I've worn this silver belly for many a year

It's truly a part of me

That some damn bureaucrat

Would abrogate a cowboy's hat

Is rank absurdity

To the High Sierra I will ride, my love

Perhaps to the wild Patagonia

And your love will remain in my heart, my dear

It's farewell, Arizona

Ross Knox stood by the round pen gate

Cold in his buckskin steed