Lyrics:

Well, I grew up in the shadow of the Rockies
In the grand old West, yes sir I did
And dammed if we didn't have us a bunch of fun
Back when we was kids
Yeah, there was manure on our britches
Snuff pouchin' out our lip
And hat's so big you can almost tell who's under it
Yeah, we all had horses, it was always a race
It was real important who got there first
We sneak along some of the old man's whiskey
Just to quench our little thirst
Yeah, we looked like a bunch of honyaks
But we could ride like Casey Tibbs
And we still had to learn how far we could go
Before we learned when to quit
Yeah, we scratched where it itches and clowned around
There was nobody who could kick our hound
Just throwin' knives and shootin' guns
Generally having a bunch of fun
Well, the mommas all thought we was angels
And hell, we let 'em go right ahead
But the old man had a hew more savvy in him
And a feller had to be careful around him
Yeah, wars were fought on contact and the wild seeds were sown
And we always spent our money like we found it in the road

Well, one thing led to another
And before we know it, it was gone
But I'd give you a hundred dollars
Just to have some more of them goings-on
'Cause we looked like a bunch of honyaks
But we could ride like Casey Tibbs
And we still had to learn how far we could go
Before we learned when to quit
Yeah, it's a lot of fun learning how far you can go
It's kinda hard learning when to quit
But I'll bet you already know