Last night I fell asleep And dreamed of Bitter Creek The long red road windin' from the sagebrush to the peak And the cold black timber swayin' in the
I said goodbye to the state line of Wyoming And four hundred miles of friends along the way I know tomorrow I'll wake up feelin' lonesome 'Cause there
A cougar dog and a stout palomino Snow fallin' on this devil's land It ain't the life of a high-class suitor But it's live-in luxury for a mountain man
Bald eagles And the grizzly bear Blue heron Clean air And open gates On open ranges One and all Endangered And the gray wolf And the whooping crane Atlantic
Smooth land a risin' Eastern Idaho plateau White Cloud's on the horizon As up the highway I go To where the mighty Buffalo Starts its journey to the
In the bottom of the canyon At the old blue cattle-guard gate To the top of Comical Ridge Where the sunrise can't wait And all along the Right Hand Fork
Seven hundred miles before the sun comes up My savin' grace is in my styrofoam cup Every highway, every city I think I've seen them all I don't smoke
In a one-ton Ford In a cloud of dust Down the gravel road Headin' straight for us We're by the home corral In the mornin' sun We'll all be in love Before
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
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
The canyon road Tall dark trees The cabin glow Smoke on the breeze It's a cold autumn night Rain turns to snow In the warm firelight I'm watchin' you
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
Bald eagles And the grizzly bear Blue heron Clean air And open gates On open ranges One and all Endangered And the gray wolf And the whooping crane
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
It's a never-ending winter Monday through Friday 8 to 5 And baby sometimes it's a wonder That we even stay alive To meet our every obligation We stretch
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
We were out on Lightning Ridge In the center of a storm It was deep into October And I was fightin' to stay warm Stray cattle in the canyon And out on