My Nashville friends think I'm strange to make my home out on the range
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Think it's nothin' but a God-forsaken land
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Why don't you bring your guitar and family, move on down to Tennesse
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Well, I just smile because they don't understand
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But if they ever saw a sunrise on a mountain mornin'
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Watched those cotton candy clouds go by
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They'd know why I live beneath these Western Skies
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Verse 2
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I got peace of mind and elbow room I love the smell of sage in bloom
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Catch a rainbow on my fishin' line
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We got county fairs and rodeos, ain't a better place for my kids to grow
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Just turn 'em loose in the western summer time
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And if you ever held your woman on a summer's evening
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While the prairie moon was blazin' in her eyes
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You'd know why I live beneath these Western Skies
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Bridge:
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You ain't lived until you've watched those Northern Lights
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Sat around the campfire and hear the coyotes call at night
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Makes you feel alright
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Verse 3
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So guess I'll stay right where I'm at, wear my boots and my cowboy hat
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But I'll come and see ya once in a while
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I'll bring my guitar and sing my songs, sorry if I don't stay too long
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I love Tennessee but ya know it just not my style
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I gotta be where I can see those Rocky Mountains
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Ride my horse and watch an eagle fly
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I gotta live my life and write my songs beneath these Western Skies
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When I die you can bury me beneath these Western Skies, Yippee-ay!
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Western Skies
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| Chris LeDoux |
