"Take my best four horsemen please
And ride out to the four directions,
Make my great lands barren for me"
Kit Carson said to the President
"You've made your offer sweet
I'll accept this task you've set for me
My fall's not yet complete"
Kit Carson knew he had a job to do
Like other jobs he had before
He'd made the grade
He learned to trade in famine, pestilence, and war
Kit Carson was a hero to some
With his poison and his flame
But somewhere there's a restless ghost
That used to bear his name
