Lyrics Sons Of The Pioneers - Haywire Version - Chris LeDoux

Oh, 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 bein′ kept alive by the sons of the pioneers
Like that young cowboy up from ol' Montana
Got boots and spurs and a black bandana
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 to 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 bein′ 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
She's a wild prairie flower and a daughter of the pioneers
He′s got braids and a hat with an eagle feather
And he rides wild broncs, there ain't none better
And his great granddaddy was a chief on the wild frontier
And he′s a proud son of the original pioneers

Well, from Texas clear up to 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 bein' kept alive by the sons of the pioneers

They′re bein′ kept alive by the sons of the pioneers