If you never left this place 
You might believe the world 
was dust and wind and sky 
The days so hard that no one 
save your mother doesn't drink 
You don't ask why 

The jukebox floats in smoke 
in the red river bar 
When you drive nine miles for a beer 
and your eyes turn red 
and your head is cloudy 
You just can't think 

It's late when you check 
out the horses and the hogs 
and tell them to sleep 
so lat the cool air 
comes down from Montana 
is thick and is deep 

You button your shirt 
standing in the red dirt 
beside the barn 
Watching the stars 
it's night in Wyoming 
and this is where the World starts