Reckless Kelly Follow

Way up on the mountain there ain't nobody countin' exactly when the cowboy's going to fly.
When you hear the thunder there ain't no need to wonder; he's saddled up and headed for the sky.

Because he's an Idaho cowboy, no Tennessee plow-boy.
He's wild as the Rockies he rides.
The cougar in the canyon, the devil's old companion.
Riding with a fire in his eyes.

Mother's on the hillside, he's coming in the landslide.
Lock the door and lookout down below.
I know you think you taught her but you better hide your daughter.
I guarantee something's going to blow.

Because he's an Idaho cowboy, no Tennessee plow-boy.
He's wild as the Rockies he rides.
The cougar in the canyon, the devil's old companion.
Riding with a fire in his eyes.

Tonight you might see him sitting on the Lee Rim silhouetted there against the moon.
Howling like a coyote, hitting every high note.
Telling you he'd be returning soon.

Because he's an Idaho cowboy, no Tennessee plow-boy.
He's wild as the Rockies he rides.
The cougar in the canyon, the devil's old companion.
Riding with a fire in his eyes.

Because he's an Idaho cowboy, no Tennessee plow-boy.
He's wild as the Rockies he rides.
The cougar in the canyon, the devil's old companion.
Riding with a fire in his eyes.