Lyrics: Homegrown Western Saturday Night

(spoken)
There's a place out west where the Powder River rolls off the Big Horn Mountains and winds it's way 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 cottonwoods grow. This is ranch country, has been for more than a hundred years.

Well, things have changed some since the early days, but there's still a thread of character and tradition that runs true from one generation to the next. You can see it in the way folks out here sit a horse. You can hear it in the way they talk. And when the work's all done, there's nothing they like better than to get together at the one-room schoolhouse under the red wall from another home homegrown western saturday night.

Well the calving'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

Headin' west out of town down a blacktop road
Folks are comin' by the pickup load
For a western good time alamode
Better bring along your appetite
Take a right hand turn through the cattle guard
Park it down in the 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 my lady's gonna cut a rug
Wild Bill's crackin' out that old square jug
On another down home good time homegrown western saturday nigh

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 sitting down
Now, 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 em' 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

Now the midnight supper really hit the spot
There's beef and pie and coffee in a pot
And if you drank too much I'll tell you what
It'll sure get you back on your feet
Well, The old couple sitting by the schoolhouse door
Grinnin' at the kids dancin' around the floor
And they remember the way it was years before
Ah, 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 spit and whittle
While the moon is shinin' bright
From "Faded Love" to the "Cattle Call"
The music flows out to the old red wall
It'll echo around 'til clear next fall
We'll have another down home good time homegrown western saturday night