We hit snow on the road to Laramie.
We all heard about that mess,
But that town ain't nothing different
Than the rest.

Poor man do the bidding for the rich man.
Those rednecks are just doing
What the classy fuckers' thinking.
And tolerance it ain't acceptance;
I know you wanted it to be,
When you're out in Laramie.

Hey all you jokers hunting seasons over.
Hey coalition lay down your mission.

What we need is a little addition,
An ounce of prevention,
And the weight of the law.
Cause without something you could put your finger on,
Somewhere somebodys gonna call,
Call out Laramie

Hey all you jokers hunting seasons over.
Hey coalition lay down your mission.

Writer : RAY, AMY ELIZABETH
Copyright : Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing