Well 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 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   Now the wild old west is changing some but traditions persevere   They're being kept alive by the Sons of The Pioneers   [ piano - fiddle ]   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 flower 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   And his great grandaddy was a chief on the wild frontier   And he's a proud son of the original Pioneers   Well from Texas clear up the Idaho...   They're being kept alive by the Sons of The Pioneers   [ fiddle - piano - steel ]