Artist: Red Steagall
[G]I hired on with col. Slaughter, driving [C]steers to Abi [G]lene
Green and wet behind the ears, a kid of seven [D]teen
Though [G]I was raised in Texas, I was [C]not a seasoned [G]hand
So I got the job of hoodilum, the [D]coosies right hand [G]man
[G]On the llano estecato, all you [C]see is endless [G]plains
You dread the sound of thunder, theres no shelter from the [D]rain
Now [G]the coosie did a strange thing, when the [C]evening meal was [G]
done
He'd wait until the stars come out, then [D]move the wagon [G]tongue
[G]He said there ain't no landmarks on these [C]wide and rollin [G]plains
There ain't no trees or mountains, so each day it looks the [D]same
But you'll [G]never lose direction and you'll [C]know just where you are
If you'll [G]always point the wagon tongue, [D]toward that ol' north [G]
star
[G]Out along the Cimarron, one [C]cold and stormy [G]night
I watched the cattle stampede, through the lightnings eerie [D]light
Took [G]several days to round em up, [C]get em settled [G]down
And we followed in the wagon, through the [D]soft and muddy [G]ground
[G]As we pushed the herd across the plains, [C]we had no way to [G]know
That we had drifted way of course, towards New [D]Mexico
But the [G]night the stars came out, [C]his theory stood the [G]test
Abilene's up north of us, but [D]we were headed [G]west
[G]He said there ain't no landmarks on these [C]wide and rollin [G]plains
There aint no trees or mountains, so each day it looks the [D]same
But you'll [G]never lose direction and you'll [C]know just where you are
If you'll [G]always point the wagon tongue [D]toward that ol' north [G]
star
[G]My life has been a full one, my [C]hair is turnin [G]gray
And I've seen a lot of sunshine, but I've seen some cloudy [D]days
For a [G]while I wondered aimlessly and [C]I still wear the [G]scars
Of when I didn't point my wagon tongue, [D]toward that ol' north [G]star
[G]Cause life is like a grassy sea, [C]the trail ain't always [G]plain
One may lead to pleasure and another lead to [D]pain
But you'll [G]never lose direction and you'll [C]know just where you are
If you'll [G]always point your wagon tongue, [D]toward that ol' north [G]
star
Yes you'll never lose direction and you'll [C]know just where you are
If you'll [G]always point your wagon tongue, [D]toward that ol' north [G]
star
Green and wet behind the ears, a kid of seven [D]teen
Though [G]I was raised in Texas, I was [C]not a seasoned [G]hand
So I got the job of hoodilum, the [D]coosies right hand [G]man
[G]On the llano estecato, all you [C]see is endless [G]plains
You dread the sound of thunder, theres no shelter from the [D]rain
Now [G]the coosie did a strange thing, when the [C]evening meal was [G]
done
He'd wait until the stars come out, then [D]move the wagon [G]tongue
[G]He said there ain't no landmarks on these [C]wide and rollin [G]plains
There ain't no trees or mountains, so each day it looks the [D]same
But you'll [G]never lose direction and you'll [C]know just where you are
If you'll [G]always point the wagon tongue, [D]toward that ol' north [G]
star
[G]Out along the Cimarron, one [C]cold and stormy [G]night
I watched the cattle stampede, through the lightnings eerie [D]light
Took [G]several days to round em up, [C]get em settled [G]down
And we followed in the wagon, through the [D]soft and muddy [G]ground
[G]As we pushed the herd across the plains, [C]we had no way to [G]know
That we had drifted way of course, towards New [D]Mexico
But the [G]night the stars came out, [C]his theory stood the [G]test
Abilene's up north of us, but [D]we were headed [G]west
[G]He said there ain't no landmarks on these [C]wide and rollin [G]plains
There aint no trees or mountains, so each day it looks the [D]same
But you'll [G]never lose direction and you'll [C]know just where you are
If you'll [G]always point the wagon tongue [D]toward that ol' north [G]
star
[G]My life has been a full one, my [C]hair is turnin [G]gray
And I've seen a lot of sunshine, but I've seen some cloudy [D]days
For a [G]while I wondered aimlessly and [C]I still wear the [G]scars
Of when I didn't point my wagon tongue, [D]toward that ol' north [G]star
[G]Cause life is like a grassy sea, [C]the trail ain't always [G]plain
One may lead to pleasure and another lead to [D]pain
But you'll [G]never lose direction and you'll [C]know just where you are
If you'll [G]always point your wagon tongue, [D]toward that ol' north [G]
star
Yes you'll never lose direction and you'll [C]know just where you are
If you'll [G]always point your wagon tongue, [D]toward that ol' north [G]
star
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