Colter Wall – Cypress Hills and the Big Country Lyrics

Colter Wall – Cypress Hills and the Big Country Lyrics

You can see the bear paws,
The old man on his back,
Prickly pears, a blue moon
In the short and native grass.
There’s a bunch of empty beer cans
In an old, loose mineral sack—

Give you some idea of where you’re at.
Buck brush and sage as far as you can see.
It’s the south slopes of the hills.
Turns to pine and poplar trees.
Cattle all grazing up and down a big coulee,
Under Charley Russel skies
Like a blue and purple sea.

Cypress Hills
And the big country below,
Where life is still
And a man can be alone.
You can duck underneath
All your trials and troubles for a time,
Like a pronghorn underneath a bottom wire.

Cypress Hills
And the big country below,
Where life is still
And a man can be alone.
You can duck underneath
All your trials and troubles for a time,
Like a pronghorn underneath a bottom wire.

You can sweat
And cuss
And wonder why
They say our west has died,
When the folks around the Cypress Hills
Still drag calves to the fire.

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