i rode across the great high plains under the scorching sun and through the driving rain and when i set my sights on the mountains high i bid my former life goodbye so thank you man i must decline for it s on my steed i will rely i ve learned to need the open sky well i m subject to the natural forces home is where my horse is we loaded up in buffalo and took 90 south down to ohio on 80 west i m frisco bound and when i get there i ll turn back around so thank you man i must decline for it s on these eighteen wheels i ride i learned to need the western sky well i m subject to the natural forces home is where my horse is  and every year they come to town and then drag em all right in the round and mr bradley calls the score of the cowboy there who ll try for more so thank you man i must decline for it s on my three year old i ride and i ll spin and run and stop and slide but i m subject to the natural forces home is where my horse is the cherokee and the chickasaw the creek seminole and the old chocktaw we volunteered to move they say and we ll understand come judgement day so thank you man i must decline for it s on this trail of tears i ride i ve done the road the homeless sky sometimes at night i hear their voices home is where my horse is now as i sit here safe at home with a cold coors light and the tv on all the sacrifice and the death and woe lord i pray that i m worth fighting for so thank you man i must decline for it s on my rpg i ride til earth and hell are satisfied well i m subject to the natural forces and sometimes at night i hear their voices home is where my horse is home is where my horse is