Yellowstone Rider
(hummmm) Morning breaks over sage and stone
He parks his truck by the cottonwood bend Coffee gone cold in
a tin cup again Dust on his boots,
phone cracked down the seam Riding between old work and new dreams
Mama says boy keep your hat pulled low But he reads the
weather from a satellite glow
Fence wire sings when the north wind leans He smiles like he
knows what distance means
Between the valley and the higher road
He carries fire nobody owns
He's a modern Yellowstone cowboy
Steel heart, wild river soul
One hand on the reins,
one hand on tomorrow
Chasing that sun where the ridge line rolls
He won't trade the sky for silver He was born to ride
it
whole
He pays for hay with a card on file
Checks the herd through a screen for a while Still mends a
gate with his granddad's pliers Still kneels down when the calving gets
dire
Friday night finds him two-stepping slow In a pearl snap shirt with
a rodeo rose
He's a modern Yellowstone cowboy
Steel heart, wild river soul
One hand on the reins,
one hand on tomorrow
Chasing that sun where the ridge line rolls
He won't trade the sky for silver He was born to ride
it
whole
When the winter closes in
And the road gets mean and narrow
He hears his father's old advice
Let the horse choose ground,
son, follow
He's a modern Yellowstone cowboy
Steel heart, wild river soul
One hand on the reins,
one hand on tomorrow
Chasing that sun where the ridge line rolls
Raise it up for the sons of the high ground Born to
ride it
whole
Modern cowboy, ride on home (hummmm)
Ride on home