Some nights when I strum this guitar I think of the ones before,

Trudging across the barren plains, frozen to the core

Welcome to the wild west, where a man can make his way

Sold ‘em all on paradise and crops they would raise

But it was boom or bust, grain or dust, gone with a cold north wind

By the time you get here boys, you’ll forget where you’ve been

Just hanging on, to another wild ride

Wild horses, kicking holes up in the sky

We hope and pray this rodeo doesn’t take us down

Keep your head on straight and land your boots on solid ground

These days we’re higher than the Rockies, lower than the depths of hell

Feel like we’re drawing water from an empty well

And it’s boom or bust, oil or rust, fire in the sky

Fortunes gained are fortunes lost in the blinking of an eye

Just hanging on, to another wild ride

Wild horses, kicking holes up in the sky

We hope and pray this rodeo doesn’t take us down

Keep your head on straight and land your boots on solid ground

I put my guitar back in its case as the sun begins to rise

Wondering how much has really changed in the time that’s passed us by

It’s still boom or bust, hope and trust that we’ll make it through somehow

And no telling where we’re heading on this road that we’re on now

Just hanging on, to another wild ride

Wild horses, kicking holes up in the sky

We hope and pray this rodeo doesn’t take us down

Keep your head on straight and land your boots on solid ground