Natural Forces

I rode across the great high plain Under the scorching sun and through the driving rain And when I set my sights on the mountains high I bid my former life goodbye And so thank you, man, I must decline For it's on my steed I will rely And I've learned to need the open sky I'm subject to the natural forces Home is where my horse is We loaded up in Buffalo Took 90 south down to Ohio On 80 west, I'm Frisco-bound And when I get there, I'll turn back around And so thank you, man, I must decline For it's on these eighteen wheels I ride I've learned to need the western sky I'm subject to the natural forces Home is where my horse is And every year, they come to town And then drag them on right in the round And Mr Bradley calls the score And the cowboy there who'll try for more So thank you, man, I must decline For it's on my three-year-old I ride And I've spin and run and stopped in stride I'm subject to the natural forces Home is where my horse is The Cherokee and the Chickasaw The Creek Seminole and the old Chocktaw We volunteered to move, they say And we'll understand come Judgement Day And so thank you, man, I must decline For it's on this trail of tears I ride And I've done the road, the homeless sky Sometimes at night, I hear their voices Home is where my horse is Now as I sit here safe at home With a cold Coors Lite and the TV on All the sacrifice and the death and woe Lord, I pray that I'm worth fighting for And so thank you, man, I must decline For it's on my RPG I ride Till earth and hell are satisfied I'm subject to the natural forces Sometimes at night, I hear their voices Home is where my horse is Home is where my horse is