Woke up this morning, thought it was a dream
I can't watch the news for the life of me
Seems the seeds that we're sowin' are getting heavy to bare
Less than a dream, more like a nightmare
And the voices they call and they promise, they swear They're talkin' so loud, but don't get anywhere
And I'm not one to claim, more than I know
But we live here and die here, take heart fore you go
From the high mountain, to the old western rivers
I can hear us all singin' our own lullaby
Sinners and posers and holy-rollers,
We all get along in the sweet by-and-by
I'm over the game of who's betterwho's best
It takes one to know one, and you know the rest
What will all the little children say
When they wake up to find, their dreams too far away?
I hope you wake everyday when you're rooster crows Hope you rope em and ride em at your own rodeo
Hope you dance to the tune of an ol' banjo
When you leave, hope your stone says you lived and let go
From the high mountain, to the old western rivers I can hear us all singin' our own lullaby
Sinners and posers and holy-rollers
We all get along in the sweet by-and-by (2x)