I want to ride over the plains and deserts
Go at a cowhand's pace
While the moon shines down from above
I want to pillow my head near the sleeping herd
I want to hear the coyotes howling
Out west of the Great Divide
While the sun sets in the west
I want to be a cowboy's sweetheart
I want to strum my guitar, yodel-lay-ee-oo
A thousand miles from all the city lights
The life I love the best
I want to feel the wind in my face
I want to ride old Paint, goin' on a run