Lyrics

I can smell the sunrise long
fore you pour the coffee strong
Waitin’ for saddle and tack
I might try your patient vow
But we’re chasin’ mavericks down
You best stay on my back

I will test and I will tame
I can teach and I can shame
I can win and I can lose your bet
But I’m the one that gets it done
Countin’ on the mustang’s blood
I’ll make a man of you yet

Hold the line, Hold the line
Tie hard and fast your twine
I will stand, I will trot, I will run
Hold the line, Hold the line
Until the end of my time
Take it in at a lope,
Bring the wild ones home
In the end I will hold, hold the line

I can sort and I can cut
Pack ‘em out in the Rut
Pony ‘em around 2 years
Carry kid and kiss your maid
Snaffle or Vaquero spade
I’ll turn you on your ear

Hold the line, Hold the line
Take a dally on your twine
I will stand, I will trot, I will run
Hold the line, Hold the line
Until the end of my time
I’m the bay or the roan
Where the cowboy roams
In the end I will hold, hold the line

Will you know when I can’t see
Will I leave with dignity
Turn me loose and I’ll find some shade
I have learned and I accept
We have earned and we respect
The honors of our trade

Hold the line, Hold the line
Leave a coil on your twine
I will stand, I will trot, I will run
Hold the line, Hold the line
Until the end of my time
From my back to your soul
on my coffin bones
In the end I will hold, hold the line

Words and Music by Chris Ryden – BMI 2020