Lay of the Land

When I get out of the city, you know where I want to go.

Straight into the Palo Duro canyon, search for cattle on a high plateau.

To a sheep car in Saratoga, watch the pronghorn buck in the snow

Ride horseback belly deep in the Shoshone or the valley of the Navajo.

I'm searching for a feeling.

Learning the lay of the land as I go.

Grizzly marked trees, shootin’ TVs in Dubois and Yellowstone

I've hit the small towns, been twirled around by bronc riders of the Rodeo.

I lived in the Tetons, in a teepee of my own.

Made some friends in Greenough, on the weekends they're panning for gold.

I'm searching for a feeling.

Learning the lay of the land as I go.