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Home Frown Western Saturday Night Lyrics

There's a place out west where the Powder River runs off the Big Horn
Mountains



And winds it's way out across the plains



It's a land of red walls blue sky and clean air



Where the eagle glides high above the canyons



And makes his nest in the rocks that overlook the valleys



Where the sagebrush and the cottonwoods grow



This is ranch country has been for more than one hundred years



Well things have changed some since the early days



But there's still a thread of character and tradition



That runs thru from one generation to the next



You can see it out here the way folks sit a horse



You can hear it in the way they talk



And when the work is all done there's nothing they like better



Than to get together at the one-room schoolhouse under the red wall



For another down homegrown western Saturday night



Well the calving's all done and the brandins' through



Hayin' don't start for a week or two



There ain't but one thing left to do it's time to celebrate







One two three four



Headin' west out of town on a blacktop road folks are comin' by the pickup load




For a western good time alamode better bring along your appetite



Take a right hand turn through the cattle guard



Park it down in the old school yard



Gonna kick up my boots with my cowboy pards and hold my woman tight



Yippee yi-ay and a hey diddle diddle Ord's on the guitar Ross on the fiddle



Pull down your hat keep your mind in the middle raise a ruckus tonight



From the butterfly to the jitterbug me and my lady's gonna cut a rug



Wild Bill's crackin' out that old square mug



On another down home good time homegrown western Saturday night







Well the little kids are playin' tag out back



Someone's peekin' through the outhouse crack



And if his mom could see him she'd have a heart attack



And he'd have a hard time sittin' down



Now, the young cowboys are starting to sweat



The teenage girls are playin' hard to get



And it's driving them crazy but the night's young yet



Give um time they'll come around



Yippee yi-ay and a hey diddle diddle Ord's on the guitar Ross on the fiddle



We come here to party and not spit and whittle while the moon is shining
bright



There's a coyote howlin' from the hills above to the harmony of a morning
dove



For the couple in the moonlight fallin' in love



On another down home good time homegrownwestern Saturday night







Now the midnight supper really hit the spot there's beef and pie and coffee in
a pot



And if you drank to much I'll tell you what it'll sure get you back on your
feet



Well the old couple sitting by the schoolhouse door



Grinin' at the kids dancin' around the floor



And they remember the way it was years ago how the memories taste so sweet



Yippee yi-ay and a hey diddle diddle Ord's on the guitar turn it up a little



We come here to party and not spit and whittle from Faded Love to the Cattle
Call



The music flows out to the old red wall it'll echo around till clear next
fall



Well have another down home good time homegrown western Saturday night