Where Cowboys Ride

Golden fields, wide open skies A million stars, to paint the night Horses run, and rivers wind And cowboys ride

Wind blows wild, on an open range Prairie grass, prays for rain I see it now, we had it made Where cowboys ride

Ride away, where did they go? Ride away, nobody knows Now they're gone, and it's just ghosts Where cowboys ride...

Life moves on, it goes so fast We're all afraid, to come in last We've got it made, but could you take me back Where cowboys ride

Ride away, where did they go? Ride away, nobody knows Now they're gone, and it's just ghosts Where cowboys ride

Where they climb, up in the snow, way up north Where cold winds blow, are they gone, is it just ghosts Where cowboys ride...

Golden fields, wide open skies A million stars, to paint the night Horses run, and rivers wind And cowboys ride...