Well, there's nothing like a golden canvas prairie in the fall
Stretching to the canyons and the hills Catch that old blue Ronnie in the twilight before dawn
With the white-tail buck abounding through the fields, through the fields Then you ride the long and winding road to the meadows on the bute
Where the fatties drifting mingled through the pines Dump out old blue ronnie, he's a frosty bacaloo
Thank goodness for the soft grass if you land on your behind
Up on Blacktailed Bute It's a high and lonesome feeling up on Blacktail Beauty
With the whippoor wittles singing up on Blacktailedute Chasing the fatties through the meadow
As you turn them towards the two track on the muddy sawmill loo
Up on Blacktailed You can hear the bull elf bugle up on
Blacktailed, see the red tail and the eagle up on Blacktailedute. Chase them fatties through the meadow edge, whoop and spur and spin and run up on Blacktail Bute
It was just a dusty summer since we struck out in rain
Chase them skinnies up from down below O Quinnie blew his lad to go up on Kamaya Grave and he landed in a pile of mud and snow mud and snow
then he rode the long and whining road shivering to bone bouncing in that dusty
flat bed he climbed into his pickup and he lit us shut the horn
with a busted rib and a goose egg on his head on his head
up on blacktailed beautiful inside on so feel up on black tail be
with the whippoor will singing up on black tail bute chase them faties through the meadow
as you turn him toward the two track on the muddy sawmill loop
up on black tail you can hear the bull el muggle up on black tail view
see the red tail and the eagle up on black tail chase them fatty's