Riding on that cutting horse Don't you stand so tall Sleeves rolled up and your shoulders back Sharp as a miter saw Children come from far and wide Spill out in the street To call your name and to watch you ride, To touch the boots on your feet. If you're in it for the windfall Don't be surprised When your will to fight wavers and eventually dies. But if you're in it for the long haul, If you're in it to survive, There's not a trench you can't be found There's not a drought could drag you down I can see it in the whites of your eyes. If you're in it to survive... Riding down that silver road, Silver in your beard The years came fast, and they took their toll Friends just disappeared. Younger riders pass you by In all their silent style. You see that brightness in their eyes You hang your head and smile. If you're in it for the windfall, Don't be surprised When your will to fight wavers and eventually dies. But if you're in it for the long haul, If you're in it to survive, There's not a trench you can't be found There's not a drought could drag you down I can see it in the whites of your eyes. If you're in it to survive...