Rancher's Pride - Bellows

Rancher’s pride, how the rest of us deal with our lives

I was up heating my cattle prod, branding my cows in the night

Each one marked, the little ones squeal when I walk

The bigger ones plaintively take my heat, eating up grass as I leave

East road line, where the country meets the sky

Tops of the cedars and stars collide

Bleed into one in the sky

Country pride, the things I would do for my wife

I see through the window her car pull out

She’s coming back home in a while

She’s my friend, yeah the word gets around

Out in the country our fingers grasp

Meeting our own in the grass