Singing my songs for the world to see

My horse, old Blue, he knows the rhythm of my soul

He carries me onward, makes my spirit whole

Past the fields of barley and the mountains so high

Beneath the watchful eye of a clear country sky

I’d sing to the cattle and I’d sing to the trees

As the wind would carry my song on the breeze

Yeah, this life ain’t easy, but it’s the life I chose

From the tip of my hat to the spurs on my toes