[Verse] Out in the fields where the haystacks grow, There's a new kind of gold, not the one we know, Cowboys ridin' on the blockchain trail, Spinnin' tales 'bout Bitcoin, ain't for sale. [Verse 2] Used to trade cattle, now we trade in coins, Logging into wallets, checkin' all our joins, No more saddles, but we got our keys, Prayin' to the market, down on our knees. [Chorus] Yeehaw to the moon, where the numbers fly, Searching for that bull in the crypto sky, From dust and barns to digital farms, We’re modern-day prospectors, with wallets on our arms.
