Riding on that cutting horse
Sleeves rolled up and your shoulders back
Children come from far and wide
To call your name and to watch you ride,
To touch the boots on your feet.
If you're in it for the windfall
When your will to fight wavers and eventually dies.
But if you're in it for the long haul,
If you're in it to survive,
There′s not a trench you can′t be found
There's not a drought could drag you down
I can see it in the whites of your eyes.
If you′re in it to survive...
Riding down that silver road,
The years came fast, and they took their toll
Friends just disappeared.
Younger riders pass you by
In all their silent style.
You see that brightness in their eyes
You hang your head and smile.
If you're in it for the windfall,
When your will to fight wavers and eventually dies.
But if you're in it for the long haul,
If you′re in it to survive,
There's not a trench you can't be found
There′s not a drought could drag you down
I can see it in the whites of your eyes.
If you′re in it to survive...