Homegrown Western Saturday Night

There's a place out west where the Powder River
Rolls off the Big Horn Mountains
And winds its way out across the plains
It's a land of red walls blue sky and clean air
Where the eagle glides high above the canyons
And makes his nest in the rocks that overlook the valleys
Where the sagebrush and the cottonwoods grow

This is Ranch Country
Has been for more than one hundred years
Well things have changed some since the early days
But there's still a thread of character and tradition
That runs through from one generation to the next
You can see it in the way folks out how sit a horse
You can hear it in the way they talk

And when the work is all done, there's nothing they like better
Than to get together at the one-room schoolhouse
Under the red wall for another down home
Homegrown western Saturday night

Well the cabin's all done and the brandins' through
Hayin' don't start for a week or two
There ain't but one thing left to do
It's time to celebrate
Two, three

Headin' west out of town on a blacktop road
Folks are comin' by the pickup load
For a western good time, a la mode
Better bring along your appetite

Take a right hand turn through the cattle guard
Park it down in that old school yard
Gonna kick up my heels with my cowboy pards
And hold my woman tight

Yippee yi-ay and a hey diddle diddle
Ord's on the guitar Ross on the fiddle
Pull down your hat, keep your mind in the middle
Raise a ruckus tonight
From the butterfly to the jitterbug
Me and my lady's gonna cut a rug
Wild Bill's crackin' out that old square jug, yeah
On another down home good time
Homegrown western Saturday night

Well the little kids are playin' tag out back
Someone's peekin' through the outhouse crack
And if his mom could see him she'd have a heart attack
And he'd have a hard time sittin' down
Well, the young cowboys are starting to sweat
The teenage girls are playin' hard to get
And it's driving them crazy but the night's young yet
Give him time they'll come around

Yippee yi-ay and a hey diddle diddle
Ord's on the guitar Ross on the fiddle
We come here to party and not spit and whittle
While the moon is shining bright
There's a coyote howlin' from the hills above
To the harmony of a morning dove
For the couple in the moonlight fallin' in love
On another down home good time
Homegrown western Saturday night

Well, the midnight supper really hit the spot
There's beef and pie and coffee in a pot and if you drink too much
I'll tell you what, it'll get you back on your feet
Well, the old couple sitting by the schoolhouse door
Grinin' at the kids dancin' around the floor
And they remember the way it was years before
All the memories taste so sweet

Yippee yi-ay and a hey diddle diddle
Ord's on the guitar, turn it up a little
We come here to party and not spit and whittle
While the moon is shining bright
Faded Love to the Cattle Call
The music flows out to the old red wall
It'll echo around 'til clear next fall
Well have another down home good time
Homegrown western Saturday night