Seven hundred head of cattle
On an old forgotten trail
Six cowboys and one old man
In another day of hell
Chuckwagon laggin' behind
From the strain of a broken wheel
The only thing to look forward to
Is a campfire and a meal

Sleepin' beneath the open sky
With just the stars above their heads
A saddle for a pillow
And some sagebrush for a bed
Waking up tomorrow
Was merely done by chance
Back when the west was wild
And cowboys didn't dance

Chorus:
When cowboys didn't dance,
Didn't wear designer shirts
Their hearts were filled with memories
And bodies filled with hurt
They would sit around the campfire
And exchange a piercing glance
Back when the west was really wild,
And cowboys didn't dance

More coffee from an old tin cup
More sweat upon the brow
Another day of chasing
That same old lonely cow
And every new horizon
Began a brand new day
Thirteen-hundred miles to go
As they slowly made their way

Across the plains of Texas
Through the Colorado snow
Final destination,
Blackfoot, Idaho

When cowboys didn't dance,
Didn't wear designer shirts
Their hearts were filled with memories
And bodies filled with hurt
They would sit around the campfire
And exchange a piercing glance
Back when the west was really wild,
And cowboys didn't dance

*repeat chorus*

Seven hundred head of cattle
On an old forgotten trail
Five cowboys and one old man
In another day of hell