I rode across the great high plain   Under the scorchin' sun and thru the drivin' rain   An' when I set my sights on the mountains high   I bid my former life goodbye.      An' so thank you ma'am, I must decline   For it's on my steed I will rely    An' I've learned to need the open sky    I'm subject to the natural forces   Home is where my horse is.      We loaded up in Buffalo   Took 90s (?) out (?) down to Ohio   On any Western Frisco-bound   An' when I git there I'll turn back around      An' so thank you ma'am, I must decline   For it's on these eighteen wheels I ride    An' I've learned to need the western sky    I'm subject to the natural forces   Home is where my horse is.      And ev'ry year they come to town   An' then drag em on right in the round   And Mr Bradley calls the score   And the cowboy there who tried for more      So thank you ma'am, I must decline   For it's on my three-year-old I ride    An' I've spin an' run an' stopped an' slide (?)   I'm subject to the natural forces   Home is where my horse is.      (Instrumental)      The Cherokee an' the Chickasaw   Creek Seminole an' the old Chocktaw   "We volunteered to move!" they say   "And we'll understand, come Judgement Day".      An' so thank you ma'am, I must decline   For it's on this trail of tears I ride    An' I've done the road, the homeless sky   Sometimes at night I hear their voices   Home is where my horse is.      Now as I sit here safe at home   With a cold Coors Lite an' the TV on   All the sacrifice and the death and woe   Lord I pray that I'm worth fighting for      An' so thank you ma'am, I must decline   For it's on my RPG I ride    Till Earth an' hell are satisfied   I'm subject to the natural forces   Sometimes at night I hear their voices   Home is where my horse is.   Home is where my horse is.