I took her daddy's old two-horse trailer. I patched a place in the floor that was bare. And we loaded up her barrel pony. And a riggin' bag's all that I had.
I was waltzin' with my darlin' at the cattleman's ball.. Lost in the music and her charms.. I was glidin' around the dancefloor, she felt so good in my arms..
Last night we rode our broncs in Seattle,. Me and Bill packed the car in the pourin' rain.. Witch and John were at the beer stand, gettin' sprung.. But we got 'em gathered and hit the road again..
I suppose, there's a better way to make a livin'. To make money so I could live in luxury. But the life behind a desk in a building. Would be like a prison sentence to me.
Last night you told her, you could never hold her.. 'Cause a cowboy's just gotta be free.. Her heart was breakin', yours was achin',. But you saddled up to follow your dreams..
Well the sun came up this mornin', my ain't it a beautiful day.. Heard that highway callin', time to be on our way.. Girl I never seen the sun shine brighter, I need you to be my rainbow.
Headed for Wyoming, in 1882..A woman, a team, and a wagon.. Gonna make our dreams come true.. Settled in the foothills of the big horn mountain slope..
This country's seen some hard times, lord knows she's deep in debt.. She's comin' through another depression and for some it ain't over yet.. We've all been divided, playin' our own selfish games..
The ole man stand by the lone chute, he sold his calves t'day.. He spits in the dust between his boots, as the semi pulls away.. The slick blue check in his grimy hands, shoves down in his coat..
Well I wake up in the mornin', I brew my coffee hot and strong.. I get out my ole guitar, and try to write a song.. An them larks are singin, oh lord, just outside..
Been workin' like a dawg, slavin' on the fence line,. Stretchin' those wires tight.. Diggin' and tappin' and sweatin' in the sunshine,. But I get off t'night..
Copenhagen. It makes me feel so good. Copenhagen. The way I know it should. I put a lil' chew in my mouth. Go spittin' and a slobberin' all around the house.
Well, there's a special place in my memory,. Where I keep the pictures of a time an' place I left far behind.. An' I know the years have probably colored the way it really was back.
I saw her for the first time, when the snow was falling down. And Lord, she was the cutest thing I've ever seen. Great big green eyes a flashin' ruby lips a smilin'.
Discouraged is the word these days at homes across the range. The livestock markets down and it don't look like it's gonna change. And nobody's found a cure for what we're goin' through.
Well, I'm just a workin' man's dollar. In the pocket of his old blue jeans. I ain't like my Wall Street brother. He's in a bank so shiny and clean. . Well, I'm faded and I'm wrinkled.
I've been workin' all week long out in the saddle. I lay my bed roll down at night out on the range. Cursin' dust and heat and the flies and cattle. All this romance can drive a poor cowboy insane.
When I was a lad an old cowboy told me well son you're sure ridin' well. There's fame and there's fortune. And glory waitin' at the end of the rodeo trail.
Most of the time, things are pretty sublime. In this little one horse town. Well, they close all the stores and they roll up the streets. When the evening sun goes down.
Well, I spent half my life out on the highway. Chasin' rodeos through every little town. In an old pickup truck with a little cowboy luck. Well, I never thought I'd ever settle down.