All across earth's land ...
Hearts remember western man!
Whether rancher or hired hand
In our hearts they will always stand!
Whoa! It's round up time
Keep those doggies in line!
Hear that cowboy shout ...
"Head 'em out!"
Riding fast on the wind ...
Hoof beats and voices blend
Listen to the sound rip
As they use their whip!
Teeth clenched and gnash
To the sound of the lash
Ole Stetsons crowned with crust ...
Clothes settled with dust.
Horses and cattle stirred
Round up the herd!
To the very last one
That's the trail boss' word
Expert using that lasso
as blisters burn and grow!
Got to get to that river soon
Or cross by light of the moon!
Round up and branding
Til the last one's standing ...
The herd runs with fear
As they smell their flesh sear!
Hear that thirsty herd wail
Swishing and flopping their tails!
The men's spirits not to fail ...
They're almost at the end of the trail!
Just one day more ...
With guile and gore
Wind burn and saddle sore
What Western man bore!
At day's end
All gather as friend
Sitting around camp
To fire and oil lamp
The spirit of the old West
Will forever beat in America's chest ...
It's a man and a time
Remembered in your heart and mine
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