Sons Of The Pioneers Lyrics - Chris Ledoux

Well, way out west where the wild wind blows 

The eagle flies and the sage brush grows 

Traditions are holding on you'll be glad to hear 

They're being kept alive by the sons of the Pioneers 

Like that young cowboy from old Montana 

Got boots and spurs and a black bandanna 

And he rides the wild prairie rounding up the steers 

Just like his daddy he's a son of the Pioneers 

Well, from Texas clear up the Idaho 

From the mountains to the plains 

They got the blood of Crockett and Geronimo 

Flowing through their veins 

Now the wild old west is changing some 

But traditions persevere 

They're being kept alive by the sons of the Pioneers 

There's a gal down in Texas with a great big hat 

She likes roping and dancing and things like that 

And if you need a hand at your branding she'll volunteer 

'Cause she's a wild prairie flower and a daughter of the Pioneers 

He's got braids and hat with an eagle feather 

He rides with broncs there ain't none better 

And his great grand-daddy was a chief on the wild frontier 

And he's a proud son of the original Pioneers 

Well, from Texas clear up the Idaho 

From the mountains to the plains 

They got the blood of Crockett and Geronimo 

Flowing through their veins 

Now the wild old west is changing some 

But traditions persevere 

They're being kept alive by the sons of the Pioneers 

They're being kept alive 

By the sons of the Pioneers