Westward Legacy

Sun is low, the dust is high

Another miles-wide empty sky

I've seen

fifty winters come and go

And there's still a few things I don't know (hummmm)

I'm riding west where the rivers run deep And the promises I

made are the ones I keep Just an old man and his

favorite horse

Taking the long way,

charting the course (yeah)

Hands are calloused, boots are worn

Living through the calm and the storm

Papa Chop has got a story or two About the open trail

and the morning dew (ahhhh)

I'm riding west where the rivers run deep

And the promises I made are the ones I keep Just an

old man and his favorite horse

Taking the long way,

charting the course

Riding west... Into the sun... (hummmm)