Sons of the Pioneers

Way out there

Tumbling tumbleweeds

There's a round-up in the sky

When our old age pension check comes to our door

Echoes from the hills

The hills of old Wyomin'

Ride ranger ride

One more ride

Rye whiskey

Cool water

When the moon comes over the valley

Private Buckaroo

I hang my head and cry

Let me keep my memories

Sierra Nevada

Somebody bigger than you and I.