Ballad of the true Pistol Pete

Dusty plains, a lone desperado's call

Hear the tales of Pistol Pete, standing tall

Out in Wyoming's wide-open scene

A gambler and a gunslinger, living free and mean

His shadow cast on the rugged hills

A legend forged by iron and will

With a six-shooter resting low

Facin' storms and drifting snow

Every outlaw, every friend

Sing the ballad of Pistol Pete again

Oh, Pistol Pete, in the land of wind and stone

Riding through the night, never walking alone

Wyoming's own, under starry skies so deep

This is the ballad of Pistol Pete

Barroom tales in smoky glow

Of a man who’d rather die than bow

He’s the whisper in the canyon’s breeze

A myth among the mountain steeds

With a shot that echoes clear

Facing shadows without fear

From the valley to the peak

His story’s strong, his spirit's sleek

Oh, Pistol Pete, in the land of wind and stone

Riding through the night, never walking alone

Wyoming's own, under starry skies so deep

This is the ballad of Pistol Pete

Through the storms and prairie rain

His name will rise again

In the hearts of those who roam

Wyoming's proud, forever home

So raise your glass to the western wind

To the cowboy spirit, born to brave and win

Pistol Pete, forever free

In the legend of Wyoming’s memory