Buckaroo Days in Tygh Valley

Out in Tygh Valley, where the wide skies unfold

Dust on the horizon, stories of old

Sunrise paints the mountains, golden and grand

Boots hit the dirt, workin’ with my band

Ropin’ and ridin’, in the saddle’s embrace

Livin’ that buckaroo life, out here in this place

The wind whispers tales of grit and grace

Every sunset leaves a mark on this rugged face

Buckaroo in Tygh Valley, wild and free

Chasin’ the horizon, where I’m meant to be

Sand between my fingers, sky in my eyes

Here in Tygh Valley, underneath the open skies

Stars light the night when the day is done

Singin’ the songs of the old cowboy’s run

Leather and lariat, heart of the land

Tygh Valley's spirit, forever stands

So I’ll keep ridin’ till the break of dawn

In this valley of my heart, where I belong

Buckaroo’s life, rugged and true

Tygh Valley, I’ll always carry you