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. Life is sweet, we lived on the meat of the deer and the antelope.
When the rodeo was over. We're all go to the room. We're drink some beer, relax awhile. And sing some cowboy tunes. . That old guitar we passed around.