THE MARLBORO MAN
There is no longer
a wild wild West to tame
or outlaws or Red Indians
to join in the old macho game
Of the testing of his manhood
and the building of his fame
And yet he retains the rugged look
of a steel-eyed firebrand
that can only be seen in the fearless few
who daily face death at every hand
Though now his risks are reduced
to trippin on the scenery
where he rides for a phony brand
And that cigarette in his hand