Them old timers come rolling in And grab themselves a seat by the fire Their old faces so scarred and worn They're wild like the lands they ride They tell their tales of how They owe their lives to buckskin mules and old buck knives And all the true love they sacrificed To live them old coyote lives So throw another log on the fire for an old west revival Takе a load off and listen for a while Take a pull and pass thе bottle, pass it to them old Ryegrass Riders Take a load off and listen for a while Grizzly Jim, used to ride with him Down them old trap lines in the howlin’ wind A few good years on the Upper Green ‘til that law came in like a new machine He went from getting' skins To crude run-ins with crooked lawmen creepin' in They took the land with their guns and greed and they shot Jimmy down and they watched him bleed So throw another log on the fire for an old west revival Take a load off and listen for a while Take a pull and pass the bottle, pass it to them old Ryegrass Riders Take a load off and listen for a while Them old stories start to fade To the howling wolves of yesterday Cattle wars and unsettled scores Between outlaw brothers over two bit who*es And though they died so long ago Feels like they’re right here ready to take a pull And they'd never know all the seeds they'd sew When they yoked that wagon and said goodbye Chicago So throw another log on the fire for an old west revival Take a load off and listen for a while Take a pull and pass the bottle, pass it to them old Ryegrass Riders Take a load off and listen for a while Take a load off and listen for a while Take a load off and listen for a while Take a load off and listen for a while Take a load off and listen for a while Take a load off and listen for a while