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