Heart Of A Bucking Horse
Tom Russell Lyrics

Down a one lane road there's a dusty fairground
There is a dusty fairground down a narrow road

Where I learned the bronc trade and I fell in love
I fell in love while learning bronc riding at the fairground

With a blue eyed twister and her smoky whisper
I fell in love with a woman who had blue eyes and a smoky voice

She said 'they call me the Cimarron Dove'
She told me her nickname is the Cimarron Dove

We'd spool our bedrolls on down together
We would roll out our bedrolls and sleep together

My calloused hands combed through her hair
I ran my rough hands through her hair

She'd stare at a star through an old mesquite tree
She would gaze at a star through an old mesquite tree

"See that moon shadow, there's a bucking horse there"
She pointed to the moon shadow and said there is a bucking horse there

Sweet bird of youth, no easy keeper
Youth is fleeting and hard to hold on to

Flown with the seasons all too soon
It passes quickly with the changing seasons

Beneath Montana's blue roan skies
Under the blue, speckled skies of Montana

Nevada starlight and a bucking horse moon
The moon was full and reminiscent of a bucking horse in Nevada

Our love reeled out like a Western movie
Our love story unfolded like a Western movie

Down hard worn highways through the rodeo towns
We traveled on broken highways through rodeo towns

Wrapped in her wings for the midnight flight
We held each other as we went on a midnight flight

That bucking horse moon kept shining down
The moon that looked like a bucking horse continued to shine

Bucking horse moon on the hood of the truck
The moon shone on the hood of the truck

She'd smile and say "that means good luck
She would smile and say that it meant good luck

Bucking horse shadow through the purple sage
The shadow of the bucking horse was cast through the purple sage

We'll ride forever our love won't age"
Our love will never fade, we will ride together forever

But heart and bone are made for breaking
The human body and soul are fragile and can be broken

The Cimarron Dove's flown with the wind
The woman I loved has left and moved on

Then a bronc in Prescott rolled on my back
I was injured while trying to ride a bronc in Prescott

I'll never ride rough stock again
I will never attempt to ride a wild horse like that again

I lost my youth on the dusty fairgrounds
I lost my youth while working and living on the fairgrounds

I'm an old bronc fighter long past high noon
I'm an old man who can no longer ride wild horses

But on a haunted night wind I can hear her whispering
On a windy night, I can hear the faint whispers of the woman I loved

As I search the heavens for the bucking horse moon
As I look up at the sky hoping for a sign of the bucking horse moon

The Cimarron Dove and the bucking horse moon
The Cimarron Dove and the moon that looked like a bucking horse

Wyoming sundown and a bucking horse moon
The sun setting in Wyoming with the moon that looks like a bucking horse