paroles de chanson Sons Of The Pioneers - 1989 - Chris LeDoux

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

Like that young cowboy up on ol' Montana
Boots and spurs and a black bandana
And he rides the wild prairie roundin′ 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
Flowin' through their veins
Well, the wild old West is changin′ some, but traditions persevere
Bein' kept alive by the sons of the pioneers

There′s a gal back in Texas with a great big hat
She likes ropin' and dancin′ and things like that
And if you need a hand at your brandin', 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
Flowin' through their veins
Well, the wild old West is changin′ some, but traditions persevere
Bein' kept alive by the sons of the pioneers

Bein′ kept alive by the sons of the pioneers