[Verse 1] Well, the sun's high and the prairie's wide, Dust clouds roll where the longhorns ride. A boss ain't judged by his shape or size, Just the fire in his voice and the truth in his eyes. [Chorus] Sift along, boys, don’t ride so slow, Got a long way yet ‘fore we bed ‘em below. Quirt him in the shoulders, rake him down the hip, I’ve cut you toppy mounts, boys—now loosen your grip! [Verse 2] Through the canyon’s jaws or the river’s bend, A trail boss leads to the journey’s end. Some stand short, some stand tall, But they’ll all tell ya—the herd comes first of all. [Chorus] Bunch ‘em tight at the old creek meet, Then ride like thunder on the drag’s last beat. Whip ‘em up, string ‘em out thin, The shortest trail’s the one we win! [Bridge] Oh, the moon’s a lantern, the stars align, A cowboy’s heart beats in time with the line. From Red River clay to the Rio Grande, Same song’s sung across this land. [Final Chorus] Sift along, boys, don’t quit the fight, Daylight’s burnin’, but we’ll make it right. Quirt him in the shoulders, let the long ropes flip, The trail boss’s word’s the one you heed—now ride! [Outro] So when the last coyote calls my name, And my saddle’s hung on the stars again, Tell ‘em I sang with the sage and the rain… The trail boss’s song—plain and plain. Ride on! 🤠
