There's a place out west where the Powder River
runs off the Big Horn Mountains And winds it's way
out across the plains It's a land of red walls
blue sky and clean air Where the eagle glides high
above the canyons And makes his nest in the rocks
that overlook the valleys Where the sagebrush and
the cottonwoods grow This is ranch country has
been for more than one hundred years Well things
have changed some since the early days But there's
still a thread of character and tradition That
runs thru from one generation to the next You can
see it out here the way folks sit a horse You can
hear it in the way they talk And when the work is
all done there's nothing they like better Than to
get together at the one-room schoolhouse under the
red wall For another down homegrown western
Saturday night Well the calving's all done and the
brandins' through Hayin' don't start for a week or
two There ain't but one thing left to do it's time
to celebrate

One two three four Headin' west out of town on a
blacktop road folks are comin' by the pickup load
For a western good time alamode better bring along
your appetite Take a right hand turn through the
cattle guard Park it down in the old school yard
Gonna kick up my boots with my cowboy pards and
hold my woman tight Yippee yi-ay and a hey diddle
diddle Ord's on the guitar Ross on the fiddle Pull
down your hat keep your mind in the middle raise a
ruckus tonight From the butterfly to the jitterbug
me and my lady's gonna cut a rug Wild Bill's
crackin' out that old square mug On another down
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Well the little kids are playin' tag out back
Someone's peekin' through the outhouse crack And
if his mom could see him she'd have a heart attack
And he'd have a hard time sittin' down Now, the
young cowboys are starting to sweat The teenage
girls are playin' hard to get And it's driving
them crazy but the night's young yet Give um time
they'll come around Yippee yi-ay and a hey diddle
diddle Ord's on the guitar Ross on the fiddle We
come here to party and not spit and whittle while
the moon is shining bright There's a coyote
howlin' from the hills above to the harmony of a
morning dove For the couple in the moonlight
fallin' in love On another down home good time
homegrown western Saturday night

Now the midnight supper really hit the spot
there's beef and pie and coffee in a pot And if
you drank to much I'll tell you what it'll sure
get you back on your feet Well the old couple
sitting by the schoolhouse door Grinin' at the
kids dancin' around the floor And they remember
the way it was years ago how the memories taste so
sweet Yippee yi-ay and a hey diddle diddle Ord's
on the guitar turn it up a little We come here to
party and not spit and whittle from Faded Love to
the Cattle Call The music flows out to the old red
wall it'll echo around till clear next fall Well
have another down home good time homegrown western
Saturday night