The Nashville friends, they think I'm strange. To make my home out on the range. They think it's nothin' but a God forsaken land. Why don't you bring your guitar and family, move on down to Tennessee.
Started out just a young cowboy. Writin' songs on a cheap guitar. Melodies were kind of rough. But you knew they came from the heart. . And if not for you.
Way up high in the Sierra peaks. Where the yellow jack pines grow tall. Old Sandy Bob and Buster Jiggs. Had a roundup camp last fall. . Oh, they'd taken the horses and the runnin' irons.
I'm just a workin' cowboy this ranch I'm on ain't mine. But I got a bed in the bunk houseand a place come supper time. I don't get much for wages but it's good enough for me.
Them bareback horses are the only thing. They make your back hurt they make your bell ring. They're hard on tailbones and they make your neck sore. But when it's all over you're craving some more.
It was dark and I was driving down a lonely Texas road. The night was hot and sleep pulled at my eyes. I was thinking 'bout the wild times and the women that I'd had.
I was waltzin' with my darlin' at the cattleman's ball. Lost in the music and her charms. I was glidin' around the dance floor. She felt so good in my arms.
Well, my car broke down it's in the ditch. Wish I was the son of someone rich. I'd throw hundred dollar bills out on the road. And I'd catch me a ride to the rodeo.
The nights get mighty lonesome out here on the road. Pickin' this old guitar a thousand miles from home. The songs tonight I'm singin', Lord, they nearly make me cry.
We made camp along Red River. Watched the cattle as they bedded down. Back at the wagons, right after supper. We spread our bedrolls on the ground. . And me and Willie, we took the night guard.
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.
So you wanna be a cowboy and you wanna rodeo. Well I don't see nothin' to hold you back just pack your stuff and go. You'll travel many highways and boy you're gonna see it all.
Rusty spurs a hangin' from a nail their on the wall. Cold winds a blowin' and the snow begins to fall. Old man a dreamin' in his rockin' chair. Thinkin' bout the days gone by wishin' he was there.
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.
Last night we rode our broncs in Seattle. Me and Bill packed the car in the pourin' rain. Winch and John was at the beer stand, gettin' spraddled. But we got 'em gathered and hit the road again.
When I first saw you, I didn't think you were too pretty. Kinda dumb looking and tell you the truth really ugly. But I wanted and needed what you had to offer.
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 got to 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.
There's a full moon risin' in the prairie sky tonight. Lord it's good to be on my way home. Over that horizon, she keeps the home fires burnin' bright.