Original Song Lyrics by Susan Woodhead
…a song celebrating the American cowboy of the past…

V1
Somewhere out here, there’s a job for me, Knockin’ on the rancher’s door,
Bone dry plains, Cattle longhorn, Keepin’ right side of the law;
Give me a homestead, Give me a shed, Put a bridle in my hand,
Ain’t no use in turnin’ back now, I’ll make me a livin’ on the land.

Chorus

Dust dry trails, dusty track,
Ain’t lookin forward, Ain’t lookin back,
Only know there’s a road ahead,
And a place to make my bed.

V2
Fix that post with a rusted bolt, Rattle o’er the Texas gate,
Down to the creek where the salt-bush grows, And the trail where my camp awaits;
I’ll set my hat on my old bedroll, Build me a fire pit,
Hang my boots with the janglin’ spurs On the fence with my horse’s bit.

Chorus

V3
Rise with the sun, whiskey shot, Headin’ to the old frontier,
Bustin’ ‘n brand, wrangle ‘n herd, Rattle-snakes hold no fear;
Down in the canyon where the mavericks go, Can’t be barkin’ at a knot,
Boss’ll be fixin’ to cut my wage, If I ain’t tagged the lot.

Bridge
Head ‘em on up, Don’t let ‘em stray,
Cut ‘em through the wide prairie,
Drive ‘em on down, Where the tumbleweeds roll,
Move along now you dogies.

Chorus/Outro
Dust dry trails, dusty track,
Ain’t lookin forward, Ain’t lookin back,
Only know there’s a road ahead, And a place to make my bed.
Only know there’s a road ahead, And a place to make my bed.