Vārdi: Chris Ledoux. Sons Of The Pioneers.

Well, way out west where the wild wind blows
The eagle flies and the sage brush grows
Traditions are holding on you'll be glad to hear
They're being kept alive by the sons of the Pioneers

Like that young cowboy from old Montana
Got boots and spurs and a black bandanna
And he rides the wild prairie rounding up the steers
Just like his daddy he's a son of the Pioneers

Well, from Texas clear up the Idaho
From the mountains to the plains
They got the blood of Crockett and Geronimo
Flowing through their veins

Now the wild old west is changing some
But traditions persevere
They're being kept alive by the sons of the Pioneers

There's a gal down in Texas with a great big hat
She likes roping and dancing and things like that
And if you need a hand at your branding she'll volunteer
'Cause she's a wild prairie flower and a daughter of the Pioneers

He's got braids and hat with an eagle feather
He rides with broncs there ain't none better
And his great grand-daddy was a chief on the wild frontier
And he's a proud son of the original Pioneers

Well, from Texas clear up the Idaho
From the mountains to the plains
They got the blood of Crockett and Geronimo
Flowing through their veins

Now the wild old west is changing some
But traditions persevere
They're being kept alive by the sons of the Pioneers

They're being kept alive
By the sons of the Pioneers