We rise to the morning sun, on horses we’ll ride till the day is done,
Beyond the hills and across the plains, ride with me on this day.
A wagon train we see passing by, a river of water on both sides,
Indians whom live in the mountains, up so high as if in the sky.
A growing country, an untamed land is where we stand,
Ride with me through the trees so tall, lives in them a story.
This western world of Immigrants, travelers, and highwaymen,
Gamblers, farmers, and families seeking their fortunes, building a home.
Ride with me and see this changing place, ride with me through towns,
Fore one day we and that which we see will be long gone.