Tell me 'bout a big country sky Makes you want to saddle up and ride Friend or foe you never really know Doesn't really matter cause you're still gonna go
It's just another sacred sky Makes you want to grow wings and fly Well and never touch down Be the certified member of the lost and never found
Well they say all the cowboys are gone Never gonna see another buffalo roam Well I have to disagree I still know a few livin down in Langtry
And you call Montana the land of big sky Never seen further than a Texas mile Low dust devils or stars on the ground The windmill changed how the world went round Pushed our cattle on out from town Let the cowboys be cowboy bound
Well tell me bout a big country sky Makes you wanna saddle up and ride Friend of foe you never really know Doesn't really matter cause youre still gonna go It's just another sacred sky Make you wanna grow wings and fly Well then never touch down Be a certified member of the lost and never foundTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
