Sam Nolan's a rancher in Llano Where he succeeds or he fails on his own Depending on only the sun and the rain To keep his family farm and home Through flood and drought he's unshaken Never curses the hand he's been dealt And he never once thinks of walking away To go to work for another man's wealth 'Cause here in the home of the brave This world is still made up Of kings and of slaves And a man who can work for himself Will never be content To go to work for another man's wealth Never owned a brand new car No insurance, no benefit plans Always one step ahead of disaster But your time is your own and no other man's If this is the life that you've chosen You count on no one but yourself You'd rather sleep on the street Eat your dinner from a dumpster Than to work for another man's wealth ♪ On a rolling Texas prairie The sweet smell of crude in the air Over a long lonesome horizon the sun Shines down on the wicked and the fair In this land of dreamers and demons You've gotta walk through that valley yourself Are you ready for that roll of the dice now Or will you work for another man's wealth 'Cause here in the home of the brave This world is still made up Of kings and of slaves And a man who works for himself Will never be content To go to work for another man's wealth Some others may be content But I swear I'll never work for another man's wealth