[Verse 1]
Born on the slope of Keeney Mountain,
Where the pines stand tall and thin.
Mama swore he was trouble early,
Said the devil lived within.
They called him Rustler ‘fore he could walk,
Falsely blamed for a bathtub sin.
[Chorus]
Salyer, the bad ass daddy of The Gang,
Riding rough with a wildman’s name.
Stands his ground, never backs up,
He’ll drink ‘til he drops—but stays standing up.
Oh, Salyer, don’t you dare cross his range.
[Verse 2]
He’d whistle tunes through a crooked grin,
Fiddle songs under a starry dome.
With a guitar slung low, his words cut deep,
And his boots never felt at home.
Folks said he was trouble, but the truth,
He just wanted to roam.
[Prechorus]
The tales grow taller, the whiskey flows,
Who he is, only Keeney knows.
[Chorus]
Salyer, the bad ass daddy of The Gang,
Riding rough with a wildman’s name.
Stands his ground, never backs up,
He’ll drink ‘til he drops—but stays standing up.
Oh, Salyer, don’t you dare cross his range.
[Bridge]
They can call him a Rustler, a sinner, a fool,
But a man ain’t a man if he lives by their rules.
He’s got a heart like a storm, wild and untamed,
Keeney’s son with a renegade flame.