West Texas Cowboy - Riders In The Sky

There’s a place way out west called Texas

There’s a cow called the Texas Longhorn

Some kind of man called a cowboy

And Texas is where he was born

He wears a pair of old ragged blue jeans

A crumpled hat and a faded old shirt

And a half worn out pair of old cowboy boots

Polished up with that good Texas dirt

Oh he loves to rope and ride on his pony far and wide

Back on those old west Texas plains

And the prairie flowers blossom forever

On the steps of his home on th range

And he strolls with his brown-eyd darlin'

Down the trail of the dreams that they hold

And if he ever has to say farewell to Texas he’ll be sayin' goodbye to his soul

There’s a wide stretch of land

Near the old Rio Grande

Where the wind rushes on with a sigh

And the tumbleweeds roam

In a land all their own

'Neath a clear blue western sky

And in this mystical land called Texas

The cowboy will ever be free

For his soul will be found

In that sweet Texas ground

His heart on the rolling prairie

Oh he loves to rope and ride on his pony far and wide

Back on those old west Texas plains

And the prairie flowers blossom forever

On the steps of his home on the range

And he strolls with his brown-eyed darlin'

Down the trail of the dreams that they hold

And if he ever has to say farewell to Texas he’ll be sayin' goodbye to his soul

Oh yes and if he ever has to say farewell to Texas he’ll be sayin' goodbye to

his soul