[Verse 1] We woke up rested, hearts full of song, Rolled through Nebraska, the miles long and strong. “Welcome to Wyoming” lifted our eyes, With pronghorn and cattle ‘neath wide open skies. [Chorus] Bunkhouse jammin’, the circle goes ‘round, Voices of heaven in an old country sound. From the plains to the mountains, God’s blessings still flow, In the songs of His people wherever we go. [Verse 2] The bunkhouse bar was lively that day, Guitars in chorus already in play. Old friends and new ones, a sweet joyful blend, From Hawaii to back east, each stranger a friend. [Chorus] Bunkhouse jammin’, the circle goes ‘round, Voices of heaven in an old country sound. From the plains to the mountains, God’s blessings still flow, In the songs of His people wherever we go. [Bridge] A young cowboy sang out a Hank Williams prayer, And a soul from back home found harmony there. Laughter and fellowship, food for the road, With Jesus beside us, we carried the load. [Chorus] Bunkhouse jammin’, the circle goes ‘round, Voices of heaven in an old country sound. From the plains to the mountains, God’s blessings still flow, In the songs of His people wherever we go. [Outro] With a wave and farewell, we drove through the night, Toward Guernsey’s rest and tomorrow’s new sight. On the Oregon Trail where the pioneers prayed, We’ll keep bunkhouse jammin’ all along the way
