There's a place out west where the Powder River runs off the Big Horn Mountains And winds it's way out across the plains It's a land of red walls blue sky and clean air Where the eagle glides high above the canyons And makes his nest in the rocks that overlook the valleys Where the sagebrush and the cottonwoods grow This is ranch country has been for more than one hundred years Well things have changed some since the early days But there's still a thread of character and tradition That runs thru from one generation to the next You can see it out here the way folks sit a horse You can hear it in the way they talk And when the work is all done there's nothing they like better Than to get together at the one-room schoolhouse under the red wall For another down homegrown western Saturday night Well the calving's all done and the brandins' through Hayin' don't start for a week or two There ain't but one thing left to do it's time to celebrate
One two three four Headin' west out of town on a blacktop road folks are comin' by the pickup load For a western good time alamode better bring along your appetite Take a right hand turn through the cattle guard Park it down in the old school yard Gonna kick up my boots with my cowboy pards and hold my woman tight Yippee yi-ay and a hey diddle diddle Ord's on the guitar Ross on the fiddle Pull down your hat keep your mind in the middle raise a ruckus tonight From the butterfly to the jitterbug me and my lady's gonna cut a rug Wild Bill's crackin' out that old square mug On another down home good time homegrown western Saturday night
Well the little kids are playin' tag out back Someone's peekin' through the outhouse crack And if his mom could see him she'd have a heart attack And he'd have a hard time sittin' down Now, the young cowboys are starting to sweat The teenage girls are playin' hard to get And it's driving them crazy but the night's young yet Give um time they'll come around Yippee yi-ay and a hey diddle diddle Ord's on the guitar Ross on the fiddle We come here to party and not spit and whittle while the moon is shining bright There's a coyote howlin' from the hills above to the harmony of a morning dove For the couple in the moonlight fallin' in love On another down home good time homegrown western Saturday night
Now the midnight supper really hit the spot there's beef and pie and coffee in a pot And if you drank to much I'll tell you what it'll sure get you back on your feet Well the old couple sitting by the schoolhouse door Grinin' at the kids dancin' around the floor And they remember the way it was years ago how the memories taste so sweet Yippee yi-ay and a hey diddle diddle Ord's on the guitar turn it up a little We come here to party and not spit and whittle from Faded Love to the Cattle Call The music flows out to the old red wall it'll echo around till clear next fall Well have another down home good time homegrown western Saturday nightTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
