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.

Keith Garrett


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