I hear the harmonica of Neil Young
down in the dust bowl land
the cattle winds are calling
the cattle winds are calling
and the leather smells good
rattle steak stew
cowboys and cowgirls
riding into the night
blue jeans and rainbow moons
I hear the singing of dogs or wolves
the cattle are mild
the summer is good
whiskey for the old men
a beer for the ladies
nature takes its course
babies are born
under a blue sky
nobody wants to die
but that is the way it is
out here it is dangerous
pirates on horseback
can always attack
whiskey keeps you strong
fish from the rivers help
it makes you strong
protein and fish meat
climbing mountains
near crystal fountains
a poet of raindrops
lends a hand with Neil Young's band
people walked naked at Woodstock
men have to have a beard
they slept on the ground
the cattle winds
it wakes you up
when you are middle-aged
and life is free
nature come back to me