There's a place out west where the Powder River runs off the Big Horn Mountains   And winds it's way out across the plains   It's a land of red walls blue sky and clean air   Where the eagle glides high above the canyons   And makes his nest in the rocks that overlook the valleys   Where the sagebrush and the cottonwoods grow   This is ranch country has been for more than one hundred years   Well things have changed some since the early days   But there's still a thread of character and tradition   That runs thru from one generation to the next   You can see it out here the way folks sit a horse   You can hear it in the way they talk   And when the work is all done there's nothing they like better   Than to get together at the one-room schoolhouse under the red wall   For another down homegrown western Saturday night   Well the calving's all done and the brandins' through   Hayin' don't start for a week or two   There ain't but one thing left to do it's time to celebrate      One two three four   Headin' west out of town on a blacktop road folks are comin' by the pickup load    For a western good time alamode better bring along your appetite   Take a right hand turn through the cattle guard   Park it down in the old school yard   Gonna kick up my boots with my cowboy pards and hold my woman tight   Yippee yi-ay and a hey diddle diddle Ord's on the guitar Ross on the fiddle   Pull down your hat keep your mind in the middle raise a ruckus tonight   From the butterfly to the jitterbug me and my lady's gonna cut a rug   Wild Bill's crackin' out that old square mug   On another down home good time homegrown western Saturday night      Well the little kids are playin' tag out back   Someone's peekin' through the outhouse crack   And if his mom could see him she'd have a heart attack   And he'd have a hard time sittin' down   Now, the young cowboys are starting to sweat   The teenage girls are playin' hard to get   And it's driving them crazy but the night's young yet   Give um time they'll come around   Yippee yi-ay and a hey diddle diddle Ord's on the guitar Ross on the fiddle   We come here to party and not spit and whittle while the moon is shining bright   There's a coyote howlin' from the hills above to the harmony of a morning dove   For the couple in the moonlight fallin' in love   On another down home good time homegrown western Saturday night      Now the midnight supper really hit the spot there's beef and pie and coffee in a pot   And if you drank to much I'll tell you what it'll sure get you back on your feet   Well the old couple sitting by the schoolhouse door   Grinin' at the kids dancin' around the floor   And they remember the way it was years ago how the memories taste so sweet   Yippee yi-ay and a hey diddle diddle Ord's on the guitar turn it up a little   We come here to party and not spit and whittle from Faded Love to the Cattle Call   The music flows out to the old red wall it'll echo around till clear next fall   Well have another down home good time homegrown western Saturday night