作曲 : Richie McDonald Written：Richie Mcdonald/Kyle Green Seven hundred head of cattle on an old forgotten trail Six cowboys and one old an and another day of hell Chuck wagon lagging behind from the strain of a broken wheel The only thing to look forward to was a campfire and a meal Sleepin' 'neath an open sky with just the stars above their head A saddle for a pillow and some sage brush for a bed Wakin' up tomorrow was merely done by chance Back when the west was wild and cowboys didn't dance When cowboys didn't dance, didn't wear designer shirts When their hearts were filled with memories, their bodies filled with hurt They would sit around a campfire exchange a piercing glance Back when the west was really wild, and cowboys didn't dance Poured coffee from an old tin cup, more sweat upon the brow Another day of chasing that same ole lonely cow And every new horizon began a brand new day Thirteen hundred miles to go as they slowly make their way Across the plains of Texas, through the Colorado snow Final destination, Back Foot, Idaho When cowboys didn't dance, didn't wear designers shirts When their hearts were filed with memories, their bodies filled with hurt And they would sit around the campfire and exchange a piercing glance Back when the west was really wild and cowboys didn't dance When cowboys didn't dance, didn't wear designer shirts When their hearts were filled with memories, their bodies filled with hurt And they would sit around a 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
作曲 : Richie McDonald Written：Richie Mcdonald/Kyle Green Seven hundred head of cattle on an old forgotten trail Six cowboys and one old an and another day of hell Chuck wagon lagging behind from the strain of a broken wheel The only thing to look forward to was a campfire and a meal Sleepin' 'neath an open sky with just the stars above their head A saddle for a pillow and some sage brush for a bed Wakin' up tomorrow was merely done by chance Back when the west was wild and cowboys didn't dance When cowboys didn't dance, didn't wear designer shirts When their hearts were filled with memories, their bodies filled with hurt They would sit around a campfire exchange a piercing glance Back when the west was really wild, and cowboys didn't dance Poured coffee from an old tin cup, more sweat upon the brow Another day of chasing that same ole lonely cow And every new horizon began a brand new day Thirteen hundred miles to go as they slowly make their way Across the plains of Texas, through the Colorado snow Final destination, Back Foot, Idaho When cowboys didn't dance, didn't wear designers shirts When their hearts were filed with memories, their bodies filled with hurt And they would sit around the campfire and exchange a piercing glance Back when the west was really wild and cowboys didn't dance When cowboys didn't dance, didn't wear designer shirts When their hearts were filled with memories, their bodies filled with hurt And they would sit around a 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
