Cypress Hills and the Big Country

[Verse 1]
You can see the bear paws, the old man on his back
Prickly pears, a blue moon in the short and native grass
There's a bunch of empty beer cans in an old, loose mineral sack
Give you some idea of where you're at

[Verse 2]
Buck brush and sage far as you can see
It's the south slopes of the hills and turns to pines and poplar trees
Cattle all grazin' up and down a big coulee
Under Charley Russel skies like a blue and purple sea

[Chorus]
Cypress Hills and the big country below
Where life is still and a man can be alone
And you can duck underneath all your trials and troublеs for a time
Like a pronghorn undernеath a bottom wire

[Instrumental Break]

[Chorus]
Cypress Hills and the big country below
Where life is still and a man can be alone
You can duck underneath all your trials and troubles for a time
Like a pronghorn underneath a bottom wire

[Outro]
You can sweat and cuss and wonder why
They say our west has died
When the folks around the Cypress Hills
Still drag calves to the fire