We don't like strangers much around here* Neither do we stand nor tolerate any prowlers near There have been five untoward accidents last year Strangers just like you in the dark were mistaken for thieves We have been working hard with our own bare hands To built a virtuous town out of this dusty land The bold pioneers here know how to defend their possessions What God fails to protect is watched by Smith & Wesson Life has told us to worship our guns At least as equally as our Lord and Christ