Them old timers come rolling in
And grab themselves a seat by the fire
Their old faces so scarred and worn
They're wild like the lands they ride
They tell their tales of how
They owe their lives to buckskin mules and old buck knives
And all the true love they sacrificed
To live them old coyote lives
So throw another log on the fire for an old west revival
Takе a load off and listen for a while
Take a pull and pass thе bottle, pass it to them old Ryegrass Riders
Take a load off and listen for a while
Grizzly Jim, used to ride with him
Down them old trap lines in the howlin’ wind
A few good years on the Upper Green
‘til that law came in like a new machine
He went from getting' skins
To crude run-ins with crooked lawmen creepin' in
They took the land with their guns and greed and they shot Jimmy down and they watched him bleed
So throw another log on the fire for an old west revival
Take a load off and listen for a while
Take a pull and pass the bottle, pass it to them old Ryegrass Riders
Take a load off and listen for a while
Them old stories start to fade
To the howling wolves of yesterday
Cattle wars and unsettled scores
Between outlaw brothers over two bit who*es
And though they died so long ago
Feels like they’re right here ready to take a pull
And they'd never know all the seeds they'd sew
When they yoked that wagon and said goodbye Chicago
So throw another log on the fire for an old west revival
Take a load off and listen for a while
Take a pull and pass the bottle, pass it to them old Ryegrass Riders
Take a load off and listen for a while
Take a load off and listen for a while
Take a load off and listen for a while
Take a load off and listen for a while
Take a load off and listen for a while
Take a load off and listen for a while