A cowboy may roam from his homeland Way out on the great divide But in his heart he will always be a cowboy And long for his pony to ride Dear old western skies, I wanna go Where the longhorn cattle roam Dear old western skies, there'll never be Any place like I call home It seems that I can hear the cattle lowin' Seems that I can see the purple sage blowin' I hope Old Paint and I will heard the dogies by and by Under dear old western skies Seems that I can hear the cattle lowin' Seems that I can see the purple sage blowin' I hope Old Paint and I will heard the dogies by and by Under dear old western skies Under dear old western skies