Red Butte - The Dream of Johnson County Lyrics

She's the Dream of Johnson County and she still wears her ring
Goes around in work shirts and un-embroidered jeans
Except every other Sunday, at Reverend Teller's church
She'll powder up a little bit and wear a blouse and skirt
She lives out in a cabin on Mr. Fisher's land
Raising up her ten-year old to be a good ranch hand
She's the widow of a miner who grew up in this town
He still holds the high-school record for 26 touchdowns

And all the lonesome Buckaroos from here out to Kaycee
Are waiting for the moment
The Dream of Johnson County sheds her ring

Well, she never has looked better than the way she is these days
There's something about loyalty that shows up in the face
And, oh, she remembers back when she was just a kid
Making dolls out of hollyhocks and houses out of sticks
Now, she's the Dream of Johnson County and she still wears her ring
'Cause there's some things worth remembering, good reasons for to cling
But, sometimes in the evening, after the sun goes down
She puts her boy to bed and wishes someone was around

And all the lonesome Buckaroos from here out to Kaycee
Are waiting for the moment
The Dream of Johnson County sheds her ring

And all the lonesome Buckaroos from here out to Kaycee
Were waiting for the moment
The Dream of Johnson County shed her ring