Title: West Union

Verse 1: Male

I left my gate at morning

With a blanket and a tin cup

A borrowed mare beneath me

And the old road opening up

No sheriff held my number

No foreman named my pay

I carried what I needed

And chose my own way

Verse 2: Female

I found a little homestead

Where the cottonwoods lean low

A kettle on the fire

And a garden row by row

I had no grand possession

Just two hands and a song

But every seed I planted