Prairie Dust Riders Ver. 2

Out where the wind rolls free and wide,
Where the sun meets the earth at the great divide,
You’ll hear the sound of hooves in time—
Cowboys riding with the rising shine.

The morning breaks with a crimson glow,
Coffee boils while the campfires slow,
Saddles creak as the boys rise tall,
Ready to ride at the foreman’s call.

Dust kicks up as the herd moves slow,
Longhorn shadows in the golden show,
Leather reins and a steady hand,
Guidin’ cattle ‘cross a rugged land.

Old Red sings with a gravel tone,
About the loves he lost and miles he’s known,
Young Jake laughs, says he’ll settle down—
Someday far from this prairie town.

We’re prairie dust riders, steady and true,
Chasin’ the sun with a wide-open view.
From dawn’s first spark to the nighttime blue,
We ride the plains like we’re born to do.
Prairie dust riders, wild and free—
A life of the West is the life for me.

Coyotes cry in the noonday heat,
Boots grow heavy on weary feet,
But a cowboy’s heart don’t break or bend—
Just keeps riding ’til the bitter end.

Storm clouds rise with a thunder’s roar,
Cattle restless as the winds implore,
But side by side through the worst of night,
Cowboys hold strong ’til the morning light.

We’re prairie dust riders, steady and true,
Chasin’ the sun with a wide-open view.
From dawn’s first spark to the nighttime blue,
We ride the plains like we’re born to do.
Prairie dust riders, wild and free—
A life of the West is the life for me.

As twilight sits on the edge of day,
The herd beds down in a moonlit sway,
Stars above like a silver crown—
Another night on this open ground.

We’re prairie dust riders, steady and true,
Chasin’ the sun with a wide-open view.
From dawn’s first spark to the nighttime blue,
We ride the plains like we’re born to do.
Prairie dust riders, wild and free—
A life of the West is the life for me.

So when you hear those hoofbeats roll,
Think of the cowboys brave and bold,
’Neath endless skies where the wild winds glide—
We’ll be riding on that prairie wide.