It's a rocky road back home
The dust won't be near settled
As where we just come from
I'll keep my promise to you
And lay you 'neath the pecan trees
And hang your spurs for good
Where the northers always blow
The paint brush will be blummin'
By the time I get you home
We drove a herd from Texas
I swear sometimes I wondered
I wish I could of told you
That you were my best friend
I guess you always knew that
But we were both to tough to bend
Where the northers always blow
The paint brush will be blummin'
By the time I get you home
Your praises, they will sing
Cause you never sold your saddle
And that's the most important thing
Where the northers always blow
The paint brush will be blummin'
By the time I get you home