Lyrics

A rustler’s daydream, thoughts of jail
Dust clouds rising, tearing down the trails
Got our plans made, to make a few bucks
Buy a spread called rancho deluxe

No we’re not outlaws, or common thieves
Just a few aces, with cards up our sleeves
We’ve gotta gamble, gotta take a chance
Want to see the whole show, and not just one dance

Yeah we got to try and find a way
We’re gonna laugh, we’re gonna drink, we’re gonna play
Just bouncin’ around the mountains day to day

Oh crazy mountain, they named you well
White men and red men, stories we heard tell