Home Frown Western Saturday Night Lyrics - Chris Ledoux

There's a place out west where the Powder River runs off the Big Horn Mountains 

And winds it's way out across the plains 

It's a land of red walls blue sky and clean air 

Where the eagle glides high above the canyons 

And makes his nest in the rocks that overlook the valleys 

Where the sagebrush and the cottonwoods grow 

This is ranch country has been for more than one hundred years 

Well things have changed some since the early days 

But there's still a thread of character and tradition 

That runs thru from one generation to the next 

You can see it out here the way folks sit a horse 

You can hear it in the way they talk 

And when the work is all done there's nothing they like better 

Than to get together at the one-room schoolhouse under the red wall 

For another down homegrown western Saturday night 

Well the calving's all done and the brandins' through 

Hayin' don't start for a week or two 

There ain't but one thing left to do it's time to celebrate 

One two three four 

Headin' west out of town on a blacktop road folks are comin' by the pickup load 

For a western good time alamode better bring along your appetite 

Take a right hand turn through the cattle guard 

Park it down in the old school yard 

Gonna kick up my boots with my cowboy pards and hold my woman tight 

Yippee yi-ay and a hey diddle diddle Ord's on the guitar Ross on the fiddle 

Pull down your hat keep your mind in the middle raise a ruckus tonight 

From the butterfly to the jitterbug me and my lady's gonna cut a rug 

Wild Bill's crackin' out that old square mug 

On another down home good time homegrown western Saturday night 

Well the little kids are playin' tag out back 

Someone's peekin' through the outhouse crack 

And if his mom could see him she'd have a heart attack 

And he'd have a hard time sittin' down 

Now, the young cowboys are starting to sweat 

The teenage girls are playin' hard to get 

And it's driving them crazy but the night's young yet 

Give um time they'll come around 

Yippee yi-ay and a hey diddle diddle Ord's on the guitar Ross on the fiddle 

We come here to party and not spit and whittle while the moon is shining bright 

There's a coyote howlin' from the hills above to the harmony of a morning dove 

For the couple in the moonlight fallin' in love 

On another down home good time homegrown western Saturday night 

Now the midnight supper really hit the spot there's beef and pie and coffee in a pot 

And if you drank to much I'll tell you what it'll sure get you back on your feet 

Well the old couple sitting by the schoolhouse door 

Grinin' at the kids dancin' around the floor 

And they remember the way it was years ago how the memories taste so sweet 

Yippee yi-ay and a hey diddle diddle Ord's on the guitar turn it up a little 

We come here to party and not spit and whittle from Faded Love to the Cattle Call 

The music flows out to the old red wall it'll echo around till clear next fall 

Well have another down home good time homegrown western Saturday night