Cowboys and Indians
Mike was the Sheriff / and I was the Kid / my little brother played the Indian / like he always did / we followed his tracks / back out to the shed / and started shooting it up / until he jumped out and fled / we finally got him cornered / as he was trying to jump the fence / there were arrows scattered all over the ground / that we could use for evidence / then we both got out our lassos / leaving him no hope / just another Indian / on the wrong end of the rope.