A cowboy may roam from his homeland
Way out on the great divide
But in his heart he will always be a cowboy
And long for his pony to ride
Dear old western skies, I wanna go
Where the longhorn cattle roam
Dear old western skies, there'll never be
Any place like I call home
It seems that I can hear the cattle lowin'
Seems that I can see the purple sage blowin'
I hope Old Paint and I will heard the dogies by and by
Under dear old western skies
Seems that I can hear the cattle lowin'
Seems that I can see the purple sage blowin'
I hope Old Paint and I will heard the dogies by and by
Under dear old western skies
Under dear old western skies