No One Knows Where the Longhorn Goes

No one knows where the longhorn goes, When his breed is scattered and few— He once was king of the cattle ring, But his time in this world is through. We all must go where longhorns go, When the bone moon falls from the sky— We will not hide when we ride no more And the longhorn goes off to die. Our land must be where longhorns live— Where we all seek our destiny— This once was land still full of sand With longhorns far as you could see. We all must dream what cowboys dreamt When they looked out upon the West— We all should lead the life we need As we follow the trail that’s best. We all must go where longhorns grazed On a ride through the green grass sea— We all must lead and protect our creed— But most of all, we should be free. The path is hard, but we will climb Up that hill where the longhorn goes— Though the trail is long, it is not wrong, When we know what the longhorn knows.