Golden fields, wide open skies

A million stars, to paint the night

Horses run, and rivers wind

And cowboys ride



Wind blows wild, on an open range

Prairie grass, prays for rain

I see it now, we had it made

Where cowboys ride



Ride away, where did they go?

Ride away, nobody knows

Now they're gone, and it's just ghosts

Where cowboys ride...



Life moves on, it goes so fast

We're all afraid, to come in last

We've got it made, but could you take me back

Where cowboys ride



Ride away, where did they go?

Ride away, nobody knows

Now they're gone, and it's just ghosts

Where cowboys ride



Where they climb, up in the snow, way up north

Where cold winds blow, are they gone, is it just ghosts

Where cowboys ride...



Golden fields, wide open skies

A million stars, to paint the night

Horses run, and rivers wind

And cowboys ride...