She lies asleep in the snow capped peaks of the Tetons and Yellowstone
She sings to me of sad memories of days when the buffalo roamed
The white faced cow is grazing now on the plains where the longhorns trott
And the red skinned man has a calloused hand from turning Oklahoma sod
chorus
And now I love to gaze at her color change in her hill of Tennessee
Or to smell the rain on her sun baked plains with a good horse between my knees
As the ghostly strain of a wagon train the desert takes it's toll
The lives she gave was the price she paid for the walls of the Alamo
Steel rails rolled towards her western coast she's moving her people on
Now the buildings high dot her sunset skies the moving keeps her people strong
chorus
And now I love to gaze at her color change in her hill of Tennessee
Or to smell the rain on her sun baked plains with a good horse between my knees
I hear the deadly sound of a canon round she sets her people free
Where brave men died to protect her rights make a home for you and me
Yes brave men make America great just look what they have done
I'm proud to say that the Lord has made me one of Americas sons
chorus
And now I love to gaze at her color change in her hill of Tennessee
Or to smell the rain on her sun baked plains with a good horse between my knees
The sweet smell the rain on her sun baked plains with a good horse between my knees
She sings to me of sad memories of days when the buffalo roamed
The white faced cow is grazing now on the plains where the longhorns trott
And the red skinned man has a calloused hand from turning Oklahoma sod
chorus
And now I love to gaze at her color change in her hill of Tennessee
Or to smell the rain on her sun baked plains with a good horse between my knees
As the ghostly strain of a wagon train the desert takes it's toll
The lives she gave was the price she paid for the walls of the Alamo
Steel rails rolled towards her western coast she's moving her people on
Now the buildings high dot her sunset skies the moving keeps her people strong
chorus
And now I love to gaze at her color change in her hill of Tennessee
Or to smell the rain on her sun baked plains with a good horse between my knees
I hear the deadly sound of a canon round she sets her people free
Where brave men died to protect her rights make a home for you and me
Yes brave men make America great just look what they have done
I'm proud to say that the Lord has made me one of Americas sons
chorus
And now I love to gaze at her color change in her hill of Tennessee
Or to smell the rain on her sun baked plains with a good horse between my knees
The sweet smell the rain on her sun baked plains with a good horse between my knees