When Cowboys Didn't Dance

Seven hundred head of cattle on an old forgotten trail

Six cowboys and one old an and another day of hell

Chuck wagon lagging behind from the strain of a broken wheel

The only thing to look forward to was a campfire and a meal

Sleepin' 'neath an open sky with just the stars above their head

A saddle for a pillow and some sage brush for a bed

Wakin' up tomorrow was merely done by chance

Back when the west was wild and cowboys didn't dance

When cowboys didn't dance, didn't wear designer shirts

When their hearts were filled with memories, their bodies filled with hurt

They would sit around a campfire exchange a piercing glance

Back when the west was really wild, and cowboys didn't dance

Poured coffee from an old tin cup, more sweat upon the brow

Another day of chasing that same ole lonely cow

And every new horizon began a brand new day

Thirteen hundred miles to go as they slowly make their way

Across the plains of Texas, through the Colorado snow

Final destination, Back Foot, Idaho

When cowboys didn't dance, didn't wear designers shirts

When their hearts were filed with memories, their bodies filled with hurt

And they would sit around the campfire and exchange a piercing glance

Back when the west was really wild and cowboys didn't dance

When cowboys didn't dance, didn't wear designer shirts

When their hearts were filled with memories, their bodies filled with hurt

And they would sit around a campfire and exchange a piercing glance

Back when the west was really wild and cowboys didn't dance

Seven hundred head of cattle on an old forgotten trail

Five cowboys and one old man in another day of hell