Under Western Skies

Searching for freedom westward the wagons

They settled in the valleys of sagebrush and pine

One hundred years later they are still in the saddle

In the smoke from our campfires we can still see them ride

Cattle corrals and the hard edge of winter

A young bride impatient for the first breath of spring

Everything that they owned was built with courage and muscle

I hope the old pioneers can still hear us sing

And we will ride under western skies

Down the trail of the lonesome pine

Across the creek and up the draw

Along the river to the falls

Riding high, riding tall, and riding easy

In the cool of the dawn

We will let those ponies run

We will ride under western skies

Ooh, ooh

Freedom never came cheap, freedom never came easy

There was one battle lost for every two battles won

If you stay on the land all you sons and you daughters

You will ride into glory in the last blazing sun

And we will ride under western skies

Down the trail of the lonesome pine

Across the creek and up the draw

Along the river to the falls

Riding high, riding tall, and riding easy

In the cool of the dawn

We will let those ponies run

We will ride under western skies

Ride under western skies

Ooh, ooh

Ooh, ooh