seven hundred head of cattle
on an old forgotten trail
six cowboys and one old man
and another day of hell
a chuck wagon lagging behind
from the strain of a broken wheel
the only thing to look forward to
is a campfire and a meal
sleep beneath an open sky
with just the stars above their head
a settle for a pillow and some sage brush for a bed
waking up tomorrow
was nearly done by chance
back when the west was wild
and cowboys didn't dance
when cowboys didn't dance
didn't wear designer shirts
when their hearts were filled with memories
their bodies filled with hurt
they would sit around
the campfire and exchange a piercing glance
back when the west was really wild
and cowboys didn't dance
more coffee from an old tin cup
more sweat upon the brow
another day of chasing
that same old lonely cow
and every new horizon began a brand new day
thirteen hundred miles to go
as they slowly made their way
across the plains of texas
through the colorado snow
final destination
blackfoot idaho
and cowboys didn't dance
didn't wear designer shirts
when their hearts were filled with memories
their bodies filled with hurt
and they would sit around
the campfire and exchange a piercing glance
back when the west was really wild
and cowboys didn't dance
cowboys didn't dance
didn't wear designer shirts
when their hearts filled with memories
their bodies filled with hurt
and they would sit around
the campfire and exchange a piercing glance
back when the west was really wild
cowboys didn't dance
seven hundred head of cattle on an old forgotten trail
five cowboys and one old man and another day of hell