Natural Forces

I rode across the great high plains

Under the scorching sun and through the driving rain

And when I set my sights on the mountains high

I bid my former life goodbye

So thank you, man, I must decline

For it's on my steed I will rely

I've learned to need the open sky

Well, I'm subject to the natural forces

Home is where my horse is

We loaded up in Buffalo

We took 90 South down to Ohio

On 80 West, I'm Frisco-bound

And when I get there, I'll turn back around

So thank you, man, I must decline

For it's on these eighteen wheels I ride

I learned to need the western sky

Well, I'm subject to the natural forces

Home is where my horse is

And every year, they come to town

And they'll drag 'em all right in the ground

And when Mr. Bradley calls the score

Every cowboy there will try for more

So thank you, man, I must decline

For it's on my three-year-old I ride

And I'll spin and run and stop and slide

But I'm subject to the natural forces

Home is where my horse is

The Cherokee and the Chickasaw

The Creek Seminole and the old Chocktaw

We volunteered to move, they say

And we'll understand come Judgement Day

So thank you, man, I must decline

For it's on this trail of tears I ride

Out under Oklahoma skies

Sometimes at night, I hear their voices

Home is where my horse is

Now as I sit here safe at home

With a cold Coors Light and the TV on

All the sacrifice and the death and woe

Lord, I pray that I'm worth fighting for

So thank you, man, I must decline

For it's on my RPG I ride

'Til earth and hell are satisfied

Well, I'm subject to the natural forces

And sometimes at night, I hear their voices

Home is where my horse is

Home is where my horse is