Rancher’s Pride
Bellows
Rancher’s pride, how the rest of us deal with our lives
I was up heating my cattle prod, branding my cows in the night
Each one marked, the little ones squeal when I walk
The bigger ones plaintively take my heat, eating up grass as I leave
East road line, where the country meets the sky
Tops of the cedars and stars collide
Bleed into one in the sky
Country pride, the things I would do for my wife
I see through the window her car pull out
She’s coming back home in a while
She’s my friend, yeah the word gets around
Out in the country our fingers grasp
Meeting our own in the grass
