Stolen from the desert In the lost part of the state Just a half-broke horse He waits by the gate No bridled horse can stand him Or any of his kind Their hidden laws condemn him They're so rigid and refined He watches on the edge Dirty coat, shaggy mane Too wild for this world, Too tame for mustangs Grew up in the desert In the lost part of the state Cut our teeth on promises And empty plates Single-wides and ranches Disappear before our eyes These folks here don't come around They're so rigid and refined We stand on the edge Dirty coats, ragged hands We're strangers to this world And this new breed of man And we just got our notice This whole place is going under The bank's whip is on us We won't last another summer They'll have to come and take us With the force of ten trains' Cause it's no life worth living If we don't hold the reins Like half-broke horses From the lost part of the state We watch in silence And wait by the gate On both sides of these bars We're one and the same Too wild for this world, Too tame for mustangs