Oh, well, way out west where the wild wind blows The eagle flies and the sage brush grows Traditions are holding on, you'll be glad to hear They're bein' kept alive by the sons of the pioneers Like that young cowboy up from ol' Montana Got boots and spurs and a black bandana And he rides the wild prairie rounding up the steers Just like his daddy, he's a son of the pioneers Well, from Texas clear up to Idaho, from the mountains to the plains They got the blood of Crockett and Geronimo flowing through their veins Now the wild old West is changing some but traditions persevere They're bein' kept alive by the sons of the pioneers ♪ There's a gal down in Texas with a great big hat She likes roping and dancing and things like that And if you need a hand at your branding she'll volunteer She's a wild prairie flower and a daughter of the pioneers He's got braids and a hat with an eagle feather And he rides wild broncs, there ain't none better And his great granddaddy was a chief on the wild frontier And he's a proud son of the original pioneers Well, from Texas clear up to Idaho, from the mountains to the plains They got the blood of Crockett and Geronimo flowing through their veins Now the wild old West is changing some but traditions persevere They're bein' kept alive by the sons of the pioneers They're bein' kept alive by the sons of the pioneers