I was born in the city, with all that that means –
Uprooted people, concrete and machines
But I never fit in, and I never knew why
“Til I stood on these mountains and under this sky
I rode out this mornin', wood-smoke on the breeze
Through white aspen forests ‘n' shimmerin' leaves
On a horse that I've known since the day of his birth
My head in the clouds, as his hooves pound the earth
The air in the Rockies right after the rain
Gives peace to my soul and erases my pain
The herd out before me and the reins in my hand
I'm in my blood's country and my heart's pastureland
The world that I left, now, the mem'ries remain
But these forests and canyons are the life in my veins, my heart
Knows no regrets, in the day or my dreams –
It sins in the meadows, and it laughs in the streams
The afternoon sun's turned the granite to gold
Shinin' under the stormclouds as eastward they roll
With raindrops like diamonds on the sage and the trees
If I weren't in the saddle, I'd give thanks on my knees
The air in the Rockies right after the rain
Gives peace to my soul and erases my pain
The herd out before me and the reins in my hand
I'm in my blood's country and my heart's pastureland
We're a vanishing breed, it's a cowboy cliché
‘A job done for love -- it sure ain't for the pay
The pastures keep shrinkin', the fences grow long
All that's left are the movies ….. and this cowboy's song
But I'll follow this herd while the night follows day
‘Til my body lies down and my soul flies away
In these hard rocky mountains I'll make my last stand
Somewhere in the sunset southwest of the Cheyenne
The air in the Rockies right after the rain
Gives peace to my soul and erases my pain
The herd out before me and the reins in my hand
I'm in my blood's country and my heart's pastureland
With the mountains before me and the reins in my hand
I'm in my blood's country and my heart's pastureland
I'm in my blood's country and my heart's pastureland.