Featuring: Charlie Daniels Tracy Nelson Jeff Hanna Willie Nelson
Songwriter: Michael Martin Murphey
Producer: Bob Johnston
Warpaint and feathers
Ice cream and cake
Navajo blankets and poisonous snakes
Sharp shootin' cowgirls
On a trick riding spree-
It's the goldangest thing
That you ever did see!
Now all the kids holler
From the bandstand
For an autograph picture
Of a medicine man
When out comes Annie Oakley
With a pearl handled gun
They say she can outshoot
Anyone
It's a Wild West Show
Everybody goes to the Wild West Show
Genuine buffalo at the Wild West Show
They got real buffalo at
The Wild West Show
Cowboys and Injuns
Must be makin' the news
They're printing up a lot tickets
And they're writing reviews
They're making a million dollars
But no one's to blame
The critics don't like it
So everyone came
They say in the papers
That they've got Sitting Bull
And there just ain't no telling
What that Injun might pull!
So save up your money boys
And maybe we'll go
And maybe we'll stay
For the whole damn show!
Now Buffalo Bill comes out in real
Buckskin pants
He rides a white stallion
While the Indians dance!
And they whoop and they holler
And they shoot off their blanks!
(Ol' Bill must be laughing
All the way to the bank!)
Now it's just like the real thing
Although it ain't real
The Indians play dead
(It's part of the deal)
The spectators ogle and stare
Goggle-eyed
It's sweeping the country
It's gone nation wide!
Ice cream and cake
Navajo blankets and poisonous snakes
Sharp shootin' cowgirls
On a trick riding spree-
It's the goldangest thing
That you ever did see!
Now all the kids holler
From the bandstand
For an autograph picture
Of a medicine man
When out comes Annie Oakley
With a pearl handled gun
They say she can outshoot
Anyone
It's a Wild West Show
Everybody goes to the Wild West Show
Genuine buffalo at the Wild West Show
They got real buffalo at
The Wild West Show
Cowboys and Injuns
Must be makin' the news
They're printing up a lot tickets
And they're writing reviews
They're making a million dollars
But no one's to blame
The critics don't like it
So everyone came
They say in the papers
That they've got Sitting Bull
And there just ain't no telling
What that Injun might pull!
So save up your money boys
And maybe we'll go
And maybe we'll stay
For the whole damn show!
Now Buffalo Bill comes out in real
Buckskin pants
He rides a white stallion
While the Indians dance!
And they whoop and they holler
And they shoot off their blanks!
(Ol' Bill must be laughing
All the way to the bank!)
Now it's just like the real thing
Although it ain't real
The Indians play dead
(It's part of the deal)
The spectators ogle and stare
Goggle-eyed
It's sweeping the country
It's gone nation wide!
more tracks from the album
From the album
- Swans Against the Sun (1975)
Michael Martin Murphey popular songs
- Maybe This Time
- Wildfire
- Red River Valley
- What’s Forever For
- Renegade
- Little Joe, the Wrangler
- When the Work’s All Done This Fall
- Riders in the Sky
- What Am I Doing Here
- From the Word Go
- Ring of Truth
- Children of the Wild World
- Roses and Thorns
- Let the Cowboy Dance
- Geronimo’s Cadillac
- Tying Knots in the Devil’s Tail
- Harbor For My Soul
- Running Shadow
- Cowboy Logic
- Hearts in the Right Place
- Calico Silver
- The Heart Knows the Truth
- Wild Bird
- Spanish is the Lovin’ Tongue