(hummmm) The wind blows warm
through the pine
trees
My name is Charlie,
a cowboy riding free
Just a boy from Carolina,
way back east
Me and my sister Anna,
born under blue skies
Growing up
where the western mountain lies
Oh, our mother is Elsa,
she showed us the way
To brave the wild canyons and face the long day
From North Carolina to the edge of the crest
Two siblings bound
to the wild, wild west
Little Anna's beside me,
her hand in my hand
We learned to survive
on this hard, dry land
Mother Elsa's sweet words
always keeping us strong
As we ride through the valley
and follow our song
Oh, our mother is Elsa,
she showed us the way
To brave the wild canyons and face the long day
From North Carolina to the edge
of the crest
Two siblings bound to the wild,
wild west
The wild, wild west...
Me
and Anna... (ahhhh)