

(hummmm) Down in the dirt outside of Austin town
A father tells his boy to look on down
Track the deer where the scrub oaks grow
Find the stream where the cold springs flow
Plant the seed in the dry red clay
Watch the green vines rise to meet the day
Dig the well till the water's found
Build our life on this barren ground
We'll raise a ranch on this open plain
Ride the horses through the wind and rain
Build a house of timber and stone
Make this wild desert land our home
The sun gets hot
and the wind blows cold
But what we build is worth more than gold
Stand tall, my son,
and survive
We'll raise a ranch on this open plain
Ride the horses through the wind and rain
Build a house of timber and stone
Make this wild desert land our home
On the desert plain
We'll survive (hummmm)