I’m heading out to Canyon County
Turn toward the sun roll west out of town
Stand in the field where the light will surround me
Bathed in color green, yellow and brown
We’ll brand the calves they’ll use for the cuttin’
Tack room’s got beer, tri tip on the grill
Stand by the gate and wait for the sunset
Passing the time with an old cowboy named Bill
Out past the hops where the fields meet the river
Cross the border, go past Adrian
Stand in the stream that runs through the desert
Wetting the line, hope the day never ends
Trying our luck with the mythical brown trout
I know a man he says there’s plenty in there
Were sure to let them go so there can always be no doubt
We’ll catch them again, some time next year
Out west of town, life is different
It’s different because they want it that way
Out west of town, life is simplest
It’s a good life and it makes me want to stay
The vines grow thick down south of Huston
South facing slopes roll down to the Snake
Sit on the deck where the tannins are grooving
Dancing around in my dry cabernet
Cross the lane, head into the orchard
Blowing some skunk into the clean country air
The boys from the bus are still in the vineyard
Lord it’s hard to go home anytime I come here
Chorus
Turn toward the light go back to the city
It’s time to go home, it’s time for bed
Singing along to that old western ditty
Cleansing my soul and clearing my head
Chorus
I’m heading out to Canyon County
Turn toward the light, roll west out of town