I took her daddy's old two-horse trailer. I patched a place in the floor that was bare. And we loaded up her barrel pony. And a riggin' bag's all that I had.
Last night we rode our broncs in Seattle. Me and Bill packed the car in the pourin' rain. Winch and John was at the beer stand, gettin' spraddled. But we got 'em gathered and hit the road again.
I suppose, there's a better way to make a livin'. To make money so I could live in luxury. But the life behind a desk in a building. Would be like a prison sentence to me.
Last night you told her, you could never hold her. 'Cause a cowboy's just got to be free. Her heart was breakin', yours was achin'. But you saddled up to follow your dreams.
Well, the sun came up this mornin'. My ain't it a beautiful day. Heard that highway callin'. Time to be on our way. . Girl, I never seen the sun shine brighter.