| 作曲 : Richie McDonald | |
| Written：Richie Mcdonald/Kyle Green | |
| Seven hundred head of cattle on an old forgotten trail | |
| Six cowboys and one old an and another day of hell | |
| Chuck wagon lagging behind from the strain of a broken wheel | |
| The only thing to look forward to was a campfire and a meal | |
| Sleepin' 'neath an open sky with just the stars above their head | |
| A saddle for a pillow and some sage brush for a bed | |
| Wakin' up tomorrow was merely done by chance | |
| Back when the west was wild and cowboys didn't dance | |
| When cowboys didn't dance, didn't wear designer shirts | |
| When their hearts were filled with memories, their bodies filled with hurt | |
| They would sit around a campfire exchange a piercing glance | |
| Back when the west was really wild, and cowboys didn't dance | |
| Poured coffee from an old tin cup, more sweat upon the brow | |
| Another day of chasing that same ole lonely cow | |
| And every new horizon began a brand new day | |
| Thirteen hundred miles to go as they slowly make their way | |
| Across the plains of Texas, through the Colorado snow | |
| Final destination, Back Foot, Idaho | |
| When cowboys didn't dance, didn't wear designers shirts | |
| When their hearts were filed with memories, their bodies filled with hurt | |
| And they would sit around the campfire and exchange a piercing glance | |
| Back when the west was really wild and cowboys didn't dance | |
| When cowboys didn't dance, didn't wear designer shirts | |
| When their hearts were filled with memories, their bodies filled with hurt | |
| And they would sit around a campfire and exchange a piercing glance | |
| Back when the west was really wild and cowboys didn't dance | |
| Seven hundred head of cattle on an old forgotten trail | |
| Five cowboys and one old man in another day of hell |
| zuo qu : Richie McDonald | |
| Written: Richie Mcdonald Kyle Green | |
| Seven hundred head of cattle on an old forgotten trail | |
| Six cowboys and one old an and another day of hell | |
| Chuck wagon lagging behind from the strain of a broken wheel | |
| The only thing to look forward to was a campfire and a meal | |
| Sleepin' ' neath an open sky with just the stars above their head | |
| A saddle for a pillow and some sage brush for a bed | |
| Wakin' up tomorrow was merely done by chance | |
| Back when the west was wild and cowboys didn' t dance | |
| When cowboys didn' t dance, didn' t wear designer shirts | |
| When their hearts were filled with memories, their bodies filled with hurt | |
| They would sit around a campfire exchange a piercing glance | |
| Back when the west was really wild, and cowboys didn' t dance | |
| Poured coffee from an old tin cup, more sweat upon the brow | |
| Another day of chasing that same ole lonely cow | |
| And every new horizon began a brand new day | |
| Thirteen hundred miles to go as they slowly make their way | |
| Across the plains of Texas, through the Colorado snow | |
| Final destination, Back Foot, Idaho | |
| When cowboys didn' t dance, didn' t wear designers shirts | |
| When their hearts were filed with memories, their bodies filled with hurt | |
| And they would sit around the campfire and exchange a piercing glance | |
| Back when the west was really wild and cowboys didn' t dance | |
| When cowboys didn' t dance, didn' t wear designer shirts | |
| When their hearts were filled with memories, their bodies filled with hurt | |
| And they would sit around a campfire and exchange a piercing glance | |
| Back when the west was really wild and cowboys didn' t dance | |
| Seven hundred head of cattle on an old forgotten trail | |
| Five cowboys and one old man in another day of hell |
| zuò qǔ : Richie McDonald | |
| Written: Richie Mcdonald Kyle Green | |
| Seven hundred head of cattle on an old forgotten trail | |
| Six cowboys and one old an and another day of hell | |
| Chuck wagon lagging behind from the strain of a broken wheel | |
| The only thing to look forward to was a campfire and a meal | |
| Sleepin' ' neath an open sky with just the stars above their head | |
| A saddle for a pillow and some sage brush for a bed | |
| Wakin' up tomorrow was merely done by chance | |
| Back when the west was wild and cowboys didn' t dance | |
| When cowboys didn' t dance, didn' t wear designer shirts | |
| When their hearts were filled with memories, their bodies filled with hurt | |
| They would sit around a campfire exchange a piercing glance | |
| Back when the west was really wild, and cowboys didn' t dance | |
| Poured coffee from an old tin cup, more sweat upon the brow | |
| Another day of chasing that same ole lonely cow | |
| And every new horizon began a brand new day | |
| Thirteen hundred miles to go as they slowly make their way | |
| Across the plains of Texas, through the Colorado snow | |
| Final destination, Back Foot, Idaho | |
| When cowboys didn' t dance, didn' t wear designers shirts | |
| When their hearts were filed with memories, their bodies filled with hurt | |
| And they would sit around the campfire and exchange a piercing glance | |
| Back when the west was really wild and cowboys didn' t dance | |
| When cowboys didn' t dance, didn' t wear designer shirts | |
| When their hearts were filled with memories, their bodies filled with hurt | |
| And they would sit around a campfire and exchange a piercing glance | |
| Back when the west was really wild and cowboys didn' t dance | |
| Seven hundred head of cattle on an old forgotten trail | |
| Five cowboys and one old man in another day of hell |
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