Boots on frost in the prairie dawn Coffee strong and the heater’s gone We’d mark the earth with stake and string Draw quiet songs the wind would sing Dakota grass, wide and gold Stories older than I’ll ever hold Cattle low and eagles glide With my crew walking side by side We laid down lines in the land Steel in our hands, grit in our plans Measured the miles, counted the sun Till the daylight work was done Each mark we made would fade with time But the road remembers every line Montana shale, oil rigs flame Dust on our backs, but none to blame Campfire laughs under starlit skies The hills would echo our worn-out cries And in Wyoming’s windswept bend I found the sky became my friend Rolling hills like a restless sea They shaped the map that shaped me We laid down lines in the land Each mark we made would fade with time But the road remembers every line
