Primitive Country



Prairie grass spread across the plains, as far as the eye can see
Riding herd, the cowboy stood watching faithfully
In the springtime they traveled, mile after mile
Montana bound, from a Texas town, to a land more fertile

Primitive country
Rough, leather hands
Long days in the saddle
Dry and empty lands

Cry of an eagle in the distance
Cold snap on the breeze
A solitary figure
On a painted steed

It wasn't an easy calling, to be a cowboy on a ride
The hard day's trials, the lonesome miles with a rifle by his side
It didn't matter the weather, come rain, sleet, wind, or shine
The cowboys drove the cattle north toward the ponderosa pine

Primitive country
Rough, leather hands
Long days in the saddle
Dry and empty lands

Cry of an eagle in the distance
Cold snap on the breeze
A solitary figure
On a painted steed

Night falls, the cattle low, stars stud the inky sky
The cowboy dreams of hearth and home with a tear in his eye
Very few have the spirit to do this all their lives
It takes a special man to understand a cowboy's inner drive

Primitive country
Rough, leather hands
Long days in the saddle
Dry and empty lands

Cry of an eagle in the distance
Cold snap on the breeze
A solitary figure
On a painted steed