Reckless Kelly Idaho Cowboy
Way up on the mountain there ain't nobody countin' exactly when the cowboy's going to fly.
When you hear the thunder there ain't no need to wonder; he's saddled up and headed for the sky.
Because he's an Idaho cowboy, no Tennessee plow-boy.
He's wild as the Rockies he rides.
The cougar in the canyon, the devil's old companion.
Riding with a fire in his eyes.
Mother's on the hillside, he's coming in the landslide.
Lock the door and lookout down below.
I know you think you taught her but you better hide your daughter.
I guarantee something's going to blow.
Because he's an Idaho cowboy, no Tennessee plow-boy.
He's wild as the Rockies he rides.
The cougar in the canyon, the devil's old companion.
Riding with a fire in his eyes.
Tonight you might see him sitting on the Lee Rim silhouetted there against the moon.
Howling like a coyote, hitting every high note.
Telling you he'd be returning soon.
Because he's an Idaho cowboy, no Tennessee plow-boy.
He's wild as the Rockies he rides.
The cougar in the canyon, the devil's old companion.
Riding with a fire in his eyes.
Because he's an Idaho cowboy, no Tennessee plow-boy.
He's wild as the Rockies he rides.
The cougar in the canyon, the devil's old companion.
Riding with a fire in his eyes.
