Lyrics:

As long as there are sundowns there will always be the west
In the hopeless times what hope have I hung to?
For one the western skies and for the rest-
Your baby blue.
Till your tears just mirrored my ramblers heart
And it was good-bye tried and true, goodbye baby blue
I need a home for any road to guide me home
And a rambler carries always all his sins
But what ways him down are all the questions now
That the lords quit asking
But as long as there are sundowns there will always be the west.
There will always be the west.