Seven hundred head of cattle
On an old forgotten trail
Six cowboys and one old man
In another day of hell
Chuckwagon laggin' behind
From the strain of a broken wheel
The only thing to look forward to Is a campfire and a meal
With just the stars above their heads
Sleepin' beneath the open sky
A saddle for a pillow
And some sagebrush for a bed
Waking up tomorrow
Was merely done by chance
And cowboys didn't dance
Back when the west was wild Didn't wear designer shirts
Their hearts were filled with memories
And bodies filled with hurt
When cowboys didn't dance,
They would sit around the campfire
And exchange a piercing glance
Back when the west was really wild,
And cowboys didn't dance More coffee from an old tin cup
More sweat upon the brow
Another day of chasing
That same old lonely cow
Began a brand new day
And every new horizon
Thirteen
As they slowly made their way
Through the Colorado snow
Across the plains of Texas
Final destination,
Blackfoot, Idaho
When cowboys didn't dance,
Didn't wear designer shirts Their hearts were filled with memories
And bodies filled with hurt
They would sit around the campfire
And exchange a piercing glance
Back when the west was really wild, And cowboys didn't dance Seven hundred head of cattle
On an old forgotten trail
Five cowboys and one old man
In another day of hell.
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