High Plains Drifter

If I were a high plains drifter I'd never cross the borderline. That leaves you behind. I'd never find a watering hole. That doesn't include looking into your blue eyes. Darling, if I were a high plains drifter I'd be hanging on to a wild, unbroken horse. That always returns to pasture. A place in your heart that melts like snow And it always has coal burning brightly. And it never reaches temperatures of sub-zero. If I were a high plains drifter I'd hope you would string along. Stop me from driving cattle far away. If I were a high plains drifter I would hope you would one day Make my heart stay in the saddle. My soul will never wander. If I were a high plains drifter I'd never cross the borderline. That leaves you behind. I'd never find a sweeter watering hole. That doesn't include looking into your blue eyes. Darling, if I were a high plains drifter I would always dream of being at home. On the ranch where I belong, Darling, if I were a high plains drifter I'd be hanging on to a wild, unbroken mare. That always returns to pasture, waiting to be paired with a broken stallion -in the fold.