Cool for Cars

The Indians send signals from the rocks above the pass
The cowboys take position in the bushes and the grass
The squaw is with the corporal, she is tied against the tree
She doesn't mind the language, it's the beating she don't need
She lets loose all the horses when the corporal is asleep
And he wakes to find the fires dead and arrows in his hats
And Davy Crockett rides around and says it's cool for cars
It's cool for cars (Cool for cars)

Lyrics - Difford & Tilbrook
Artistic licence - theBroon
Model - Chabal (see Mrs B for explanation)
Styling - theBroon