Natural Forces - Lyle Lovett

I rode across the great high plain

Under the scorching sun and through the driving rain

And then I set my sights on the mountains high

I bid my former life good-bye

So thank you man, I must decline

For it’s on my steed I will rely

I’m underneath the open sky

Where I’m subject to the natural forces

Home is where my horse is Loaded up in Buffalo

Took the 90 southbound to Ohio

On any western Frisco bound

And when I get there I’ll turn back around

So thank you man, I must decline

For it’s on these eighteen wheels I ride

I’m underneath the Western sky

Where I’m subject to the natural forces

Home is where my horse is And every year they come to town

And they’ll drag them all right in the ground

And Mr. Bradley calls the score

But the cowboy he will try for more

So thank you man, I must decline

For it’s on my freer road I’ll ride

And I’ll spin and run and stop and slide

I’m subject to the natural forces

Home is where my horse is The Cherokee and the Chickasaw

The Creeks and the Nou and the old Choctaw

They volunteered to move they say

We’ll understand come judgement day

So thank you man, I must decline

For it’s on this Trail of Tears I ride

And I’m under all the homeless sky

Sometimes at night I hear their voices

Home is where my horse is Now as I sit here safe at home

With a cold Coors Light and the tv on All the sacrifice and the death and woe

Lord I pray that I’m worth fighting for

So thank you man, I must decline

For it’s on my own BG I ride

'Til earth and hell are satisfied

Where I’m subject to the natural forces

Sometimes at night I hear their voices

Home is where my horse is Home is where my horse is