DOWN A ONE LANE ROAD, THERE?S A DUSTY FAIRGROUND
WHERE I LEARNED THE BRONC TRADE, I FELL IN LOVE
WITH A BLUE EYED TWISTER AND HER SMOKEY WHISPER
SHE SAID THEY CALL ME THE CIMMARON DOVE
WE?D SPOOL OUR BEDROLLS ON DOWN TOGETHER
SWEET BIRD OF YOUTH, NO EASY KEEPER
FLOWN WITH THE SEASONS, ALL TOO SOON
BENEATH MONTANA?S BLUE ROAN SKY,
NEVADA?S STARLIGHT AND A BUCKING HORSE MOON
OUR LOVE REELED OUT LIKE A WESTERN MOVIE