North to Alaska                                                                        Mike Phillips *     #41 Hear this song as sung by Johnny Horton     Read about it                     Hear another version by Dwight Yoakam Johnny Horton lyrics – Way up North (North to Alaska) Way up North (North to Alaska) North to Alaska Go north, the rush is on North to Alaska Go north, the rush is on Big Sam left Seattle In the year of ninety-two With George Pratt, his partner And brother Billy, too They crossed the Yukon River And found the bonanza gold Below that old white mountain, Just a little southeast of Nome Sam crossed the majestic mountains To the valleys far below He talked to his team of huskies As he mushed on through the snow With the northern lights a runnin' wild In the land of the midnight sun Yes Sam McCord was a mighty man In the year of nineteen-one Where the river is windin' Big nuggets they're findin' North to Alaska Go north, the rush is on Way up North (North to Alaska) Way up North (North to Alaska) North to Alaska Go north, the rush is on North to Alaska Go north, the rush is on George turned to Sam With his gold in his hand Said, "Sam, you're a-lookin' At a lonely, lonely man I'd trade all the gold That's buried in this land For one small band of gold To place on sweet little Jenny's hand 'Cause a man needs a woman To love him all the time Remember Sam, a true love Is so hard to find I'd build for my Jenny A honeymoon home Below that old white mountain Just a little southeast of Nome." Where the river is windin' Big nuggets they're findin' North to Alaska Go north, the rush is on North to Alaska Go north, the rush is on Way up North (North to Alaska) Way up North (North to Alaska) Way up North (North to Alaska) Way up North (North to Alaska)...   My Rifle, My Pony and Me                                               Dimitri Tiomkin     #42 Hear this song as sung by Dean Martin     Read about it                     Hear another version by Don Williams Dean Martin lyrics – The sun is sinking in the west The cattle go down to the stream The redwing settles in the nest It's time for a cowboy to dream Purple light in the canyons That's where I long to be With my three good companions Just my rifle, pony and me Gonna hang (gonna hang) my sombrero (my sombrero) On the limb (on the limb) of a tree (of a tree) Comin' home (comin' home) sweetheart darlin' (sweetheart darlin') Just my rifle, pony and me Just my rifle, my pony and me Whippoorwill in the willow Sings a sweet melody Riding to Amarillo Just my rifle, pony and me No more cows (no more cows) to be ropin' (to be ropin') No more strays (no more strays) will I see (will I see) Round the bend (round the bend) she'll be waitin' (she'll be waitin') For my rifle, pony and me For my rifle, my pony and me   Don't Take Your Guns to Town                                     Johnny Cash     #43 Hear this song as sung by Johnny Cash     Read about it                     Hear another version by Steve Earle Johnny Cash lyrics – A young cowboy named Billy Joe grew restless on the farm A boy filled with wanderlust who really meant no harm He changed his clothes and shined his boots And combed his dark hair down And his mother cried as he walked out Don't take your guns to town son Leave your guns at home Bill Don't take your guns to town He laughed and kissed his mom And said your Billy Joe's a man I can shoot as quick and straight as anybody can But I wouldn't shoot without a cause I'd gun nobody down But she cried again as he rode away Don't take your guns to town son Leave your guns at home Bill Don't take your guns to town He sang a song as on he rode His guns hung at his hips He rode into a cattle town A smile upon his lips He stopped and walked into a bar And laid his money down But his mother's words echoed again Don't take your guns to town son Leave your guns at home Bill Don't take your guns to town He drank his first strong liquor then to calm his shaking hand And tried to tell himself at last he had become a man A dusty cowpoke at his side began to laugh him down And he heard again his mother's words Don't take your guns to town son Leave your guns at home Bill Don't take your guns to town Filled with rage then Billy Joe reached for his gun to draw But the stranger drew his gun and fired Before he even saw As Billy Joe fell to the floor The crowd all gathered 'round And wondered at his final words Don't take your guns to town son Leave your guns at home Bill Don't take your guns to town   South of the Border (Down Mexico Way)         Jimmy Kennedy     #44 Hear this song as sung by Gene Autry     Read about it                     Hear another version by Frank Sinatra Gene Autry lyrics – Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay South of the border, down Mexico way That's where I fell in love when stars above came out to play And now as I wander, my thoughts ever stray South of the border, down Mexico way She was a picture in old Spanish lace And for a tender while I kissed a smile upon her face For it was fiesta and we were so gay South of the border, down Mexico way Then she sighed as she whispered mañana Never dreaming that we were parting And I lied as I whispered mañana For our tomorrow never came South of the border, I rode back one day There in a veil of white by candlelight, she knelt to pray The mission bells told me that I mustn't stay South of the border, down Mexico way [Instrumental] Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay (Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay) Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay (Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay) Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay (Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay) Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay   Desperados Waiting for a Train                                          Guy Clark     #45 Hear this song as sung by The Highwaymen     Read about it                     Hear another version by Jerry Jeff Walker The Highwaymen lyrics – I'd play the Red River Valley And he'd sit out in the kitchen and cry An' run his fingers through 70 years of livin' An' wonder Lord, as ever, will that drill run dry? We were friends, me an this old man Like desperados waiting for a train Like desperados waiting for a train He's a drifter, and a driller of oil wells And an old-school man of the world He let me drive his car when he's too drunk to And he'd wink and give me money for the girls And our lives were like some old western movie Like desperados waiting for a train Like desperados waiting for a train From the time that I could walk he'd take me with him To a bar called the Green Frog Cafe And there were old men with beer-guts and dominoes Lying 'bout their lives while they'd play And I was just a kid they called his sidekick Like desperados waiting for a train Like desperados waiting for a train One day I looked up, and he's pushin' 80 And there's brown tobacco stains all down his chin To me he's one of the heroes of this country So why's he all dressed up like them ol' men? Drinkin' beer and playin' Moon 'n 42 Like desperados waiting for a train Like desperados waiting for a train The day before he died I went to see him I was grown and he was almost gone So we just closed our eyes and dreamed us up a kitchen And sang another verse to that old song Spoken: Come on Jack, that son-of-a-gun's a-comin'. Like desperados waiting for a train Like desperados waiting for a train Like desperados waiting for a train Like desperados waiting for a train...   Git Along Little Dogies                                                            Traditional     #46 Hear this song as sung by Roy Rogers     Read about it                     Hear another version by The Kingston Trio Roy Rogers lyrics – As I was a-walkin' one mornin' for pleasure I spied a cowpuncher all ridin' alone His hat was throwed back and his spurs were a-jinglin' And as he approached he was singin' this song Whoopee ti yi yo, git along little dogies It's your misfortune and none of my own Whoopie ti yi yo, git along little dogies You know that Wyomin' will be your new home It's early in the spring that we round up the dogies We mark 'em and brand them and bob off their tails Round up the horses load up the chuck wagon Then throw the dogies out on the north trail Whoopee ti yi yo, git along little dogies It's your misfortune and none of my own Whoopie ti yi yo, git along little dogies You know that Wyomin' will be your new home Your mother was raised away down in Texas Where the jimson weed and the sand burrs grow We'll fill you up on prickly pear and cholla Until you are ready for Idaho Whoopee ti yi yo, git along little dogies It's your misfortune and none of my own Whoopie ti yi yo, git along little dogies You know that Wyomin' will be your new home...   Buffalo Gals                                                                                 John Hodges     #47 Hear this song as sung by Pete Seeger     Read about it                     Hear another version by 2nd South Carolina String Band Pete Seeger lyrics – [Banjo] As I was walkin' down the street Down the street, down the street A pretty little girl I chanced to meet And we danced by the light of the moon Buffalo gal won't you come out tonight Come out tonight, come out tonight Buffalo gal won't you come out tonight And dance by the light of the moon [Banjo] I danced with a gal with a hole in her stockin' And 'er heel kept a-knockin' and 'er toe kept a-rockin' I danced with a gal with a hole in her stockin' And we danced by the light of the moon Buffalo gal won't you come out tonight Come out tonight, come out tonight Buffalo gal won't you come out tonight And dance by the light of the moon [Banjo] Oh Buffalo gal won't you come out tonight Come out tonight, come out tonight Buffalo gal won't you come out tonight And dance by the light of the moon Oh Buffalo gal won't you come out tonight And come out tonight, oh come out tonight Buffalo gal won't you come out tonight And dance by the light of the moon.   I'm An Old Cowhand (From the Rio Grande)    Johnny Mercer    #48 Hear this song as sung by Johnnie Ray     Read about it                     Hear another version by Bing Crosby Johnnie Ray lyrics – Yippie yi yo kay ay (kay ay) Yippie yi yo kay ay (kay ay) Yippie yi yo kay ay (kay ay) Yippie yi yo kay ay I'm an old cowhand from the Rio Grande But my legs ain't bowed and my cheeks ain't tannned I'm a cowboy who never saw a cow I never roped a steer cause I don't know how And I sure ain't a- fixin' to start in now A-yippie yi yo kay ay (kay ay) Yippie yi yo kay ay I'm an old cowhand from the Rio Grande And I learned to ride before I learned to stand I'm a ridin' fool who is up to date I know every little trail in the Lone Star State 'Cause I ride the range in a Ford V-8 A-yippie yi yo kay ay (kay ay) Yippie yi yo kay ay I'm an old cowhand from the Rio Grande And I come to town just to hear the band I know all the songs that the cowboys know About the big corral where the dogies go 'Cause I learned them all on the radio A-yippie yi yo kay ay (kay ay) Yippie yi yo kay ay I'm an old cowhand (old-cowhand) from the Rio Grande (Ri-o Grande) Where the West is wide (West-is-wide) around the borderland (bor-derland) Where the buffalo roam all around the zoo And the Indians make you a rug or two And the old Bar-X is the barbeque A-yippie yi yo kay ay (kay ay) Yippie yi yo kay ay (kay ay) Yippie yi yo kay ay (kay ay) Yippie yi yo kay ay (kay ay)   San Antonio Rose                                                                           Bob Wills     #49 Hear this song as sung by Patsy Cline     Read about it                     Hear another version by Bob Wills Patsy Cline lyrics – Deep within my heart Lies a melody A song of old San Antone Where in dreams I live With a memory Beneath the stars all alone Well it was there I found Beside the Alamo Enchantment strange as the Blue up above   For that moonlit pass That only he would know Still hears my broken song of love Moon in all your splendor Known only to my heart Call back my rose Rose of San Antone Lips so sweet and tender Like petals fallin' apart Speak once again of my love, my own Broken song Empty words I know Still live in my heart all alone For that moonlit pass by the Alamo And rose my rose of San Antone [Instrumental] Broken song Empty words I know Still live in my heart all alone For that moonlit pass by the Alamo And rose my rose of San Antone And rose my rose of San Antone And rose my rose of San Antone   Gunfight at the O.K. Corral        Dimitri Tiomkin / Ned Washington    #50 Hear this song as sung by Frankie Laine     Read about it                     Hear another version by Stephen van Dorn Frankie Laine lyrics – O. K. Corral, O. K. Corral There the outlaw band make their final stand O. K. Corral Oh, my dearest one must die Lay down my gun or take the chance Of losing you forever Duty calls My back's against the wall Have you no kind word to say Before I ride away, away? Your love, your love I need your love Keep the flame let it burn Until I return From the gunfight at O. K. Corral If the Lord is my friend We'll meet at the end Of the gunfight at O. K. Corral Gunfight at O. K. Corral Boot Hill, Boot Hill So cold, so still There they lay side by side The killers that died In the gunfight at O. K. Corral O. K. Corral Gunfight at O. K. Corral   Wild Montana Skies                                                                John Denver     #51 Hear this song as sung by John Denver     Read about it                     Hear another version by The Special Consensus John Denver lyrics – He was born in the Bitteroot Valley in the early morning rain. Wild geese over the water, heading north and home again. Bringin' a warm wind from the south, bringin' the first taste of the spring. His mother took him to her breast, and softly she did sing: Oh Montana, give this child a home. Give him the love of a good family and a woman of his own. Give him a fire in his heart, give him a light in his eyes, Give him the wild wind for a brother and the wild Montana skies. His mother died that summer and he never learned to cry. He never knew his father and he never did ask why. And he never knew the answers that would make an easy way, But he learned to know the wilderness and to be a man that way. His mother's brother took him in to his family and his home, Gave him a hand that he could lean on and a strength to call his own. And he learned to be a farmer, and he learned to love the land, And he learned to read the seasons and he learned to make a stand. Oh Montana, give this child a home. Give him the love of a good family and a woman of his own. Give him a fire in his heart, give him a light in his eyes, Give him the wild wind for a brother and the wild Montana skies. On the eve of his 21st birthday, he set out on his own. He was 30 years and runnin' when he found his way back home. Ridin' a storm across the mountains and an achin' in his heart, Said he came to turn the pages and to make a brand new start. Now he never told a story of the time that he was gone. Some say he was a lawyer, some say he was a John. There was somethin' in the city that he said he couldn't breathe, Somethin' in the country that he said he couldn't leave. Oh Montana, give this child a home. Give him the love of a good family and a woman of his own. Give him a fire in his heart, give him a light in his eyes, Give him the wild wind for a brother and the wild Montana skies. [Instrumental] Now some said he was crazy, some are glad he's gone. Some of us will miss him we'll try to carry on, Giving a voice to the forest, giving a voice to the dawn. Giving a voice to the wilderness and the land that we live on. Oh Montana, give this child a home. Give him the love of a good family and a woman of his own. Give him a fire in his heart, give him a light in his eyes, Give him the wild wind for a brother and the wild Montana skies. Oh Montana, give this child a home. Give him the love of a good family and a woman of his own. Give him a fire in his heart, give him a light in his eyes, Give him the wild wind for a brother and the wild Montana skies.   The Last Cowboy Song                                                               Ed Bruce     #52 Hear this song as sung by Ed Bruce     Read about it                     Hear another version by The Highwaymen Ed Bruce lyrics – This is the last cowboy song The end of a hundred year waltz The voices sound sad as they're singin' along Another piece of America's lost He rides a feed lot, and clerks in a market On weekends sellin' tobacco and beer And his dream's of tomorrow surrounded by fences But he'll dream tonight of when fences weren't here He blazed the trail with Lewis and Clark And eyeball to eyeball, old Wyatt backed down He stood shoulder to shoulder with Travis in Texas And rode with the Seventh when Custer went down This is the last cowboy song The end of a hundred year waltz The voices sound sad as they're singin' along Another piece of America's lost Remington showed us how he looked on canvas And Louis Lamour has told us his tale And Willie and Waylon and me sing about him And wish to God we could have ridden his trail Spoken, with the next verse sung in the background: The old Chisholm trail is covered in concrete now And they truck 'em to market in fifty foot rigs They blow by his marker never slowin' to read Like livin' and dyin' was all he ever did This is the last cowboy song The end of a hundred year waltz The voices sound sad as they're singin' along Another piece of America's lost This is the last cowboy song The end of a hundred year waltz Voices sound sad as they're a-singin' along Another piece of America's lost This is the last cowboy song The end of a hundred year waltz The voices sound sad as they're singin' along Another piece of America's lost [Instrumental] This is the last cowboy song The end of a hundred year waltz The voices sound sad as they're singin' along Another piece of America's lost This is the last cowboy song   The Ballad of Paladin                                             Johnny Western et al     #53 Hear this song as sung by Johnny Western     Read about it                     Hear another version by Faron Young Johnny Western lyrics – Paladin Paladin where do you roam? Paladin Paladin far far from home Have gun will travel reads the card of a man A knight without armor in a savage land His fast gun for hire heeds the calling wind A soldier of fortune is the man called Paladin Paladin Paladin where do you roam? Paladin Paladin far far from home He travels on to wherever he must A chess knight of silver is his badge of trust There are campfire legends that the plainsmen spin Of the man with the gun of the man called Paladin Paladin Paladin where do you roam? Paladin Paladin far far from home Far from home Far from home   Tonight We Ride                                                                         Tom Russell    #54 Hear this song as sung by Tom Russell     Read about it                     Hear another version by The Buckaroo Balladeers Tom Russell lyrics – Pancho Villa crossed the border in the year of ought sixteen The people of Columbus still hear him riding through their dreams He killed seventeen civilians you could hear the women scream Blackjack Pershin' on a dancing horse was waitin' in the wings Tonight we ride, tonight we ride We'll skin ol' Pancho Villa, make chaps out of his hide Shoot his horse, Siete Leguas, and his twenty-seven brides Tonight we ride, tonight we ride We rode for three long years till Blackjack Pershing called it quits When Jackie wasn't lookin' I stole his fine spade bit It was tied upon his stallion, so I rode away on it To the wild Chihuahuan desert, so dry you couldn't spit Tonight we ride, you bastards dare We'll kill the wild Apache for the bounty on his hair We will ride into Durango, climb up the whorehouse stairs Tonight we ride, Tonight we ride [Instrumental] When I'm too damn old to sit a horse, I'll steal the warden's car Break my ass out of this prison leave my teeth there in a jar You don't need no teeth for kissin' gals or smokin' cheap cigars I'll sleep with one eye open, 'neath God's celestial stars Tonight we rock, tonight we roll We'll rob the Juarez liquor store for the Reposado Gold And if we drink ourselves to death ain't that the cowboy way to go? Tonight we ride, tonight we ride Tonight we fly we're headin' west Toward the mountains and the ocean where the eagle makes his nest If our bones bleach on the desert, we'll consider we are blessed Tonight we ride, Tonight we ride [Guitar] Tonight we ride, tonight we ride.   Oklahoma                                       Richard Rodgers & Oscar Hammerstein     #55 Hear this song from the Original Soundtrack     Read about it Original Soundtrack lyrics – They couldn't pick a better time to start in life It ain't too early and it ain't too late! Startin' as a farmer with a brand new wife Soon be livin' in a brand new state! Brand new state gonna treat you great! Gonna give you barley, carrots and potatos, Pasture for the cattle, spinach and tomaters, Flowers on the prarie where the June bugs zoom, Plenty of air and plenty a room, Plenty of room to swing a rope! Plenty of heart and plenty of hope. OOOOk-lahoma, where the wind comes sweepin' down the plain, And the wavin' wheat can sure smell sweet, When the wind comes right behind the rain OOOOk-lahoma, ev'ry night my honey lamb and I, Sit alone and talk and watch a hawk makin' lazy circles in the sky. We know we belong to the land And the land we belong to is grand! And when we say Yeeow! Aye-yip-aye-yo-ee-ay! We're only sayin' You're doin' fine, Oklahoma! Oklahoma O.K.! Ooook-lahoma, where the wind comes sweepin' down the plain (Oklahoma) And the waving wheat can sure smell sweet As the wind comes right behind the rain. Oklahoma, ev'ry night my honey lamb and I (every night we) Sit alone and talk and watch a hawk Makin' lazy circles in the sky. We know we belong to the land And the land we belong to is grand! And when we say Yeeow! Ayipioeeay! We're only sayin' You're doin' fine, Oklahoma! Oklahoma O.K. Okla-homa-Okla-homa-Okla-homa Okla-homa-Okla-homa-Okla-homa We know we belong to the land And the land we belong to is grand! And when we say Yeeow! Aye-yip-aye-yo-ee-ay! We're only sayin' You're doin' fine, Oklahoma! Oklahoma O - K - L - A - H - O - M - A OKLAHOMA! Yeeow! [applause and instrumental] Ooook-lahoma, where the wind comes sweepin' down the plain (Oklahoma) When the wavin' wheat can sure smell sweet As the wind comes right behind the rain Oook-lahoma, ev'ry night my honey lamb and I (every night we) Sit alone and talk and watch a hawk Making lazy circles in the sky Okla-homa-Okla-homa-Okla-homa Okla-homa-Okla-homa-Okla-homa We know we belong to the land And the land we belong to is grand! And when we say Yeeow! Aye-yip-aye-yo-ee-ay! We're only sayin' You're doin' fine, Oklahoma! O - K - L - A - H - O - M - A OKLAHOMA! Yeeow!   I'd Like to Be in Texas for the      Roundup in the Spring                                                       Traditional     #56 Hear this song as sung by Buck Ramsey     Read about it                     Hear another version by Bradley Kinkaid Buck Ramsey lyrics – In a lobby in a big hotel in New York town one day Sat a bunch of fellers tellin' yarns, to pass the time away They talked of places that they'd been and differ'nt sights they'd seen Some of 'em praised Chicago town and others New Orleans In a corner in an old armchair set a man whose hair was gray He would listen eagerly to what they had to say They asked him where he'd like to be and his dear old voice did ring I'd like to be in Texas for the roundup in the spring I see the cattle grazin' o'er the hills of early morn I can see the campfires smokin' at the breakin' of the dawn I hear the broncos neighin', hear the cowboys sing Oh I'd like to be in Texas for the roundup in the spring They all set still and listened every word he had to say They knew the old man sittin' there had once been young and gay They asked him for a story of his life out on the plain He slowly removed his hat and quietly began Well I've seen them stampede o'er the hills till you'd think they'd never stop Seen 'em run for miles and miles until their leaders drop I was foreman of a cow ranch, that's the callin' of a king I'd like to be in Texas for the roundup in the spring I see the cattle grazin' o'er the hills of early morn I can see the campfires smokin' at the breakin' of the dawn I hear the broncos neighin', hear the cowboys sing Oh I'd like to be in Texas for the roundup in the spring There's a grave in sunny Texas where Josie Bridwell sleeps There's a grove of leafy cottonwoods her constant vigil keeps In my heart's recollection of that long long bygone day We rode the range together like two skippin' kids at play Her gentle voice it calls me in the watches of the night I hear her laughter freshenin' the dew of early light I was foreman of a cow ranch, that's the callin' of a king I'd like to be in Texas for the roundup in the spring Oh I see the cattle grazin' o'er the hills of early morn I can see the campfires smokin' at the breakin' of the dawn Oh I hear the broncos neighin', hear the cowboys sing Oh I'd like to be in Texas for the roundup in the spring   Call You Cowboy                                                                             Brenn Hill     #57 Hear this song as sung by Brenn Hill     Read about it                     Hear another version by Scott Bragonier * Brenn Hill lyrics – [Guitar] God saved some lucky men to be cowboys Cus' no ordinary man can wear the name Hearts of gold and hands of leather An' that restless spirit no one will ever tame Branded by the land Befriended by the wind You may never pass this way again It's somethin' in the wind just sayin' that your time is now, boy And your daddy calls you a drifter I call you cowboy [Guitar] Well that voice of freedom is callin' you down the line An' you don't know where you're goin', 't you know what you leave behind You're saddlin' up now to chase your dreams To show yourself and the world what freedom really means You been branded by the land Befriended by the wind You may never pass this way again Somethin' in the wind is sayin' that your time is now, boy An' your daddy calls you a drifter I call you cowboy [Guitar] She's got eyes as blue as the sky Whoever said cowboys don't cry It's just somethin' deep inside sayin' your time is now, boy Your daddy calls you a drifter I call you cowboy Yeah, your daddy calls you a drifter I call you friend I call you cowboy I call you cowboy Well I call you cowboy. [Guitar]   Bonanza                                                                Jay Livingston & Ray Evans     #58 Hear this song as sung by Johnny Cash     Read about it                     Hear another version by Lorne Greene Johnny Cash lyrics – The claim we hold is a good as gold bonanza Hand in hand we built this land, the Ponderosa Ranch Our birthright is this Cartwright bonanza We here belong, and standin' strong, wrong ain't got a chance Day by day, work or play, ready side by side Hello friend, come on in, the gate is open wide Bound to be a fightin' free bonanza Singin' pines of boundary lines for the Ponderosa Ranch [Instrumental] Every tree and flower is part of our bonanza The stars at night, the mornin' light, water in the branch We ride along four men strong together Every plain and ridge is our heritage Ponderosa Ranch Day by day, work or play, ready side by side Hello friend, come on in, the gate is open wide Bound to be a fightin' free bonanza Singin' pines of boundary lines for the Ponderosa Ranch [Instrumental]   The Old Double Diamond                                             Gary MacMahan     #59 Hear this song as sung by Ian Tyson     Read about it                     Hear another version by Chris LeDoux Ian Tyson lyrics – Now the ol' Double Diamond lay out east of Dubois in the land of the buffalo And the auctioneer's gavel how it rapped and it rattled As I watched the ol' Double Diamond go Won't you listen to the wind mother nature's violin When I first hired on the ol' Double Diamond I was a damn poor excuse for a man Never learned how to aim when the spirt was tame Couldn't see all the cards in my hand And the wind whipped the granite above me Blew the tumbleweeds clean through my soul Well I fought her winters and I busted her horses And I took more than I thought I could stand But the battles with the mountains and cattle Seem to bring out the best in a man I guess a sailor he needs an ocean and a mama her babies to hold But I need the hills of Wyomin' in the land of the buffalo [Instrumental] Now she's sellin' out I'm movin' on But I'm leaving with more than I came 'Cause I've got this saddle and it ain't for sale and I've got this song to sing I'll find a new range to ride, new knots to tie In a country where cowboys are king I turned my tails to the wind and the ol' Double Diamond Disappeared into the sage   Lorena                                                                                               J. P. Webster     #60 Hear this song as sung by John Hartford     Read about it                     Hear another version by Waylon Jennings John Hartford lyrics – Oh the years creep slowly by, Lorena Th' snow is on the ground again The sun's low down the sky, Lorena The frost gleams where the flowers have been But the heart beats on as warmly now As when the summer days were nigh Oh the sun can never dip so low To be down in affection's cloudless sky [Instrumental] A hundred months have passed, Lorena Since last I held that hand in mine And felt pulse beat fast, Lorena Though mine beat faster far than thine A hundred months 'twas flowery May When up that hilly slope we climbed To watch the dying of the day And hear the distant church bells chime [Instrumental] We loved each other then, Lorena Far more than we ever dared to tell And what we might have been, Lorena Had our lovins prospered well Then, 'tis part, the years roll on I'll not call up their shadowy forms I'll say to them, "Lost years, sleep on Sleep on, nor heed life's pelting storms." 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