Tell me 'bout a big country sky
Makes you want to saddle up and ride
Friend or foe you never really know
Doesn't really matter cause you're still gonna go

It's just another sacred sky
Makes you want to grow wings and fly
Well and never touch down
Be the certified member of the lost and never found

Well they say all the cowboys are gone
Never gonna see another buffalo roam
Well I have to disagree
I still know a few livin down in Langtry

And you call Montana the land of big sky
Never seen further than a Texas mile
Low dust devils or stars on the ground
The windmill changed how the world went round
Pushed our cattle on out from town
Let the cowboys be cowboy bound

Well tell me bout a big country sky
Makes you wanna saddle up and ride
Friend of foe you never really know
Doesn't really matter cause youre still gonna go
It's just another sacred sky
Make you wanna grow wings and fly
Well then never touch down
Be a certified member of the lost and never found