Bucking Horse Noon - Tom Russell

Down a one lane road there’s a dusty fairground

Where I learned the bronc trade and I fell in love

With a blue eyed twister and her smoky whisper

She said «they call me the Cimarron Dove»

We’d spool our bedrolls on down together

My calloused hands combed through her hair

She’d stare at a star through an old mesquite tree

«See that moon shadow, there’s a bucking horse there»

Sweet bird of youth, no easy keeper

Flown with the seasons all too soon

Beneath Montana’s blue roan skies

Nevada starlight and a bucking horse moon

Our love reeled out like a Western movie

Down hard worn highways through the rodeo towns

Wrapped in her wings for the midnight flight

That bucking horse moon kept shining down

Bucking horse moon on the hood of the truck

She’d smile and say «that means good luck

Bucking horse shadow through the purple sage

We’ll ride forever our love won’t age»

But heart and bone are made for breaking

The Cimarron Dove’s flown with the wind

Then a bronc in Prescott rolled on my back

I’ll never ride rough stock again

Sweet bird of youth, no easy keeper

Flown with the seasons all too soon

Beneath Montana’s blue roan skies

Nevada starlight and a bucking horse moon

I lost my youth on the dusty fairgrounds

I’m an old bronc fighter long past high noon

But on a haunted night wind I can hear her whispering

As I search the heavens for the bucking horse moon

The Cimarron Dove and the bucking horse moon

Sweet bird of youth, no easy keeper

Flown with the seasons all too soon

Beneath Montana’s blue roan skies

Nevada starlight and the bucking horse moon

Wyoming sundown and a bucking horse moon