Bucking Horse Moon

Down a one lane road there's a dusty fairground Where I learned the bronc trade and I fell in love With a blue eyed twister and her smoky whisper She said "they call me the Cimarron Dove" We'd spool our bedrolls on down together My calloused hands combed through her hair She'd stare at a star through an old mesquite tree "See that moon shadow, there's a bucking horse there" Sweet bird of youth, no easy keeper Flown with the seasons all too soon Beneath Montana's blue roan skies Nevada starlight and a bucking horse moon Our love reeled out like a Western movie Down hard worn highways through the rodeo towns Wrapped in her wings for the midnight flight That bucking horse moon kept shining down Bucking horse moon on the hood of the truck She'd smile and say "that means good luck Bucking horse shadow through the purple sage We'll ride forever our love won't age" But heart and bone are made for breaking The Cimarron Dove's flown with the wind Then a bronc in Prescott rolled on my back I'll never ride rough stock again Sweet bird of youth, no easy keeper Flown with the seasons all too soon Beneath Montana's blue roan skies Nevada starlight and a bucking horse moon I lost my youth on the dusty fairgrounds I'm an old bronc fighter long past high noon But on a haunted night wind I can hear her whispering As I search the heavens for the bucking horse moon The Cimarron Dove and the bucking horse moon Sweet bird of youth, no easy keeper Flown with the seasons all too soon Beneath Montana's blue roan skies Nevada starlight and the bucking horse moon Wyoming sundown and a bucking horse moon