Sons Of The Pioneers

Well way out west where the wild wind blows the eagle

flies and the sage brush grows



Traditions are holding on you'll be glad to hear



They're being kept alive by the Sons of The Pioneers



Like that young cowboy from old Montana got boots and

spurs and a black bandana



He rides the wild prairie rounding up the steers



Just like his Daddy he's a son of The Pioneers



From Texas clear up the Idaho from the mountains to the plains



They got the blood of Crockett and Geronimo flowing through their veins



Now the wild old west is changing some but traditions persevere



They're being kept alive by the Sons of The Pioneers



[ piano - fiddle ]



There's a gal down in Texas with a great big hat



She likes roping and dancing and things like that



And if you need a hand at your branding she'll volunteer



She's a wild prairie flower and a daughter of the Pioneers



He's got braids and hat with an eagle feather



He rides with broncs there ain't none better



And his great grandaddy was a chief on the wild frontier



And he's a proud son of the original Pioneers



Well from Texas clear up the Idaho...



They're being kept alive by the Sons of The Pioneers



[ fiddle - piano - steel ]