Seven hundred head of cattle On an old forgotten trail Six cowboys and one old man In another day of hell Chuckwagon laggin' behind From the strain of a broken wheel The only thing to look forward to Is a campfire and a meal Sleepin' beneath the open sky With just the stars above their heads A saddle for a pillow And some sagebrush for a bed Waking up tomorrow Was merely done by chance Back when the west was wild And cowboys didn't dance When cowboys didn't dance Didn't wear designer shirts Their hearts were filled with memories And bodies filled with hurt They would sit around the campfire And exchange a piercing glance Back when the west was really wild And cowboys didn't dance More coffee from an old tin cup More sweat upon the brow Another day of chasing That same old lonely cow And every new horizon Began a brand new day Thirteen-hundred miles to go As they slowly made their way Across the plains of Texas Through the Colorado snow Final destination Blackfoot Idaho When cowboys didn't dance Didn't wear designer shirts Their hearts were filled with memories And bodies filled with hurt They would sit around the campfire And exchange a piercing glance Back when the west was really wild And cowboys didn't dance When cowboys didn't dance Didn't wear designer shirts Their hearts were filled with memories And bodies filled with hurt They would sit around the campfire And exchange a piercing glance Back when the west was really wild And cowboys didn't dance Seven hundred head of cattle On an old forgotten trail Five cowboys and one old man In another day of hell