It’s time to decide where to take a ride,
In this big wide world of naturalness
What shall we see . . . Sugarfoot?
Satin Grass Hollar down yonder,
Or way up top to Timberline Bluff
Wherever we go it suits me fine
Cause hangin’ out with you . . .
Right now, is what this cowpoke needs to do.
Do you mind if I whistle a tune or two?
Promising . . . I’ll ease off the one’s that bother you,
That’s just a gesture friends ought to do for friends.
I reckon the Sun’s at our back either which way we choose,
I’d consider this day a perfect one,
Not too hot, not too cool, so, there’s nothin’ really to lose.
It’s like a great big slice of heaven here in these sacred Wyoming hills,
Enough warmth to stow a topcoat, for later, layerin’ needs,
If an afternoon breeze brings chills around, ticklin’ the evergreens.
It’s time to decide where to take a ride,
In this big wide world of naturalness
What shall we see . . . Sugarfoot?
Satin Grass Hollar down yonder
Or way up top to Timberline Bluff . . .
We could always flip a coin or simply follow our noses!
Remember Sugarfoot…it’s your turn to be the decider!