Way out west where the wild wind blows The eagle flies and the sage brush grows Traditions are holding on you'll be glad to hear They're being kept alive by the Sons of The Pioneers
Like that young cowboy from old Montana He's got boots and spurs and a black bandana He rides the wild prairie rounding up the steers Just like his Daddy he's a Son of The Pioneers
From Texas clear up the Idaho from the mountains to the plains They got the blood of Crockett and Geronimo flowing through their veins The wild old west is changing some but traditions persevere
They're being kept alive by the Sons of The Pioneers There's a gal down in Texas with a great big hat She likes roping and dancing and things like that And if you need a hand at your branding she'll volunteer She's a wild prairie and a daughter of the Pioneers
He's got braids and hat with an eagle feather He rides with broncs there ain't none better His great grandaddy was a chief on the wild frontier And he's a proud son of the original Pioneers They're being kept alive by the Sons of The Pioneers.