Blessed to be Western (Tom Swearingen)

Blessed to be Western

«Tom Swearingen»

How did those early settlers

 To the west get this far

 With no Map Quest or smart phone

 Or Tom Tom in their car?

Well, some followed directions

 They’d gotten from someone

 Some dead reckoned by the stars

 Or shadows of the sun

Some they came by dumb blind luck

 Or hired on a guide

 Others joined in with the crowd

 And come in with the tide

It’s somethin’ that they came west

 Not sure just what they’d find

 Or even how to get here

 Left all their world behind

No matter how they got here

 Or what gave them the fire

 I’m glad my kin came out west

 And sparked in me desire

To ride the open prairies

 And over mountain trails

 To love western heritage

 And all that it entails

Thank’s for set’lin in the west

 And planting my roots here

 I am blessed to be western

 It’s all that I hold dear