Riding on that cutting horse
Don't you stand so tall
Sleeves rolled up and your shoulders back
Sharp as a miter saw
Children come from far and wide
Spill out in the street
To call your name and to watch you ride
To touch the boots on your feet

If you're in it for the windfall
Don't be surprised
When your will to fight wavers and eventually dies
But if you're in it for the long haul
If you're in it to survive
There's not a trench you can't be found
There's not a drought could drag you down
I can see it in the whites of your eyes
If you're in it to survive

Riding down that silver road
Silver in your beard
The years came fast, and they took their toll
Friends just disappeared
Younger riders pass you by
In all their silent style
You see that brightness in their eyes
You hang your head and smile
If you're in it for the windfall
Don't be surprised
When your will to fight wavers and eventually dies
But if you're in it for the long haul
If you're in it to survive
There's not a trench you can't be found
There's not a drought could drag you down
I can see it in the whites of your eyes
If you're in it to survive