Homestead Hands

Written by Jeff Rolfzen & Rocky Steen-Rolfzen

Out in the west they don’t take their rest til the whip and the saddle are worn

Find me some shade and I’ll daydream away of a crowd in a friendly saloon

They’ve got many names for what I’ve been feelin’

Some call it dustbowl blues some cabin fever

But all the fresh air in Wyoming can’t cure me

I wanna hear the sound of that parlor piano

It’s out of tune but I can still find my porch just enough

To raise a glass to some old cowboys dreams

These homestead hands were born and bred for workin

But singing’s all I really wanna do
The prairie dogs don’t seem to care for ballads

And my horse ain’t one for dancing shoes

You can’t sing duets with the fire and it’s smoke

But at least I’ve got these cows to yodel to

-Yodel section-

These homestead hands were born and bred for workin

But singing’s all I really wanna do
The prairie dogs don’t seem to care for ballads

And my horse ain’t one for dancing shoes

You can’t sing duets with the fire and it’s smoke

But at least I’ve got these cows to yodel to
-Yodel it out-