I got a brand new custom rambler with rooms I've never seen And a matchin' 10-stall barn that's any cowboy's dream I got a brand new diesel pick-up truck
There's a brand new gold Palomino colt Knee-high in the Colorado grass And a note by the bed He reads it again 'Cause it all happened way too fast Now
I got bucked off down in Prescott And I've been drivin' half the night Down this long and lonesome highway It seems there ain't no end in sight I didn
Out on Highway 84 Forty miles outside of town Down the old gravel road You can hear the lonely sound Of buffalo soldiers fallin' down Some who try to
Little John the hobo taught me how to ride the rail As he told me of the days he spent wranglin' on the trail From the canyons of north Texas to the rail
From the cold Alberta plain You're a drifter passin' through I know you'll be back again You disappear into the blue I think I'm a lot like you But just
Talk about the weather And the prices of cattle Your wife's worthless brother And his brand new saddle Talk about women The heart-breakin' kind And lay
Lock the world outside the door We don't need it anymore Make it all just go away Until some cold gray rainy day You and I we are the same Both victims
God saved some lucky men to be cowboys 'Cause no ordinary man can wear the name Hearts of gold and hands of leather And that restless spirit no one will
Frost on the wheat grass Frost on the sage Frost on the aspen leaves Steam on the lake The blue autumn sky is turnin' colder by the day Its time to get
the rim on Cottonwood Where deep the canyon cuts Into the mountain's very bowels Its twisted winding guts The frozen rivers down below And warm springs on the hill
Andy hired on to the Box Y in the spring He saved his summer wages and he bought a diamond ring Now he's ridin' in the roundups in the early autumn snow
Nights like this I wonder if I'm dreamin' You dance as if your feet are off the ground Almost like the world has stopped to watch us Waiting for that
I smell it a little bit In the air tonight I feel it a little bit on the wind I turn my collar up For the evenin' ride Sad to see the summer's gone again
Where the oil road meets the gravel The grass is turnin' green It's a far cry from the city And the places I've just been Comin' up the home road I see
We crossed the Powder River in the fall of '81 Pulled heavy on the wagon for we knew that we were done Thre thousand miles from Mexico where we had first
Well it's hard to find a night horse That one sure-footed right horse To ride a cowboy safely through the dark The finest one I ever rode Was a short
We have been saved For these latter days We have been made To follow His way There may be times We might turn in despair But He is always there We will