| Going gray around the temples |
| Usually days when I won’t shave |
| Have a, have a trip over ripples |
| And watching them roll in to waves |
| I’ve been too long riding this range |
| Running wild without reins |
| Always traveling against the grains |
| And pretty girls deserve better |
| I’m too old to change |
| Can’t say I’ve been sorry |
| About anything I’ve ran off to see |
| And all the nights that we roared |
| And going home never dawned upon me |
| There’s been too long riding this range |
| Running wild without reins |
| Always traveling against the grains |
| And pretty girls deserve better |
| I’m too old to change |
| You better get gone and grow old graceful |
| As graceful as push-ups can get ya |
| But some times I look over my shoulder |
| And smile about what they said about me |
| There’s been too long riding this range |
| Running wild without reins |
| Always traveling against the grains |
| And pretty girls deserve better |
| But I’m too old to change |
| He travel very far, very far, very far |
| Without rein |
| Oh, he travel against the grains |
| Very far, very far |
| Oh, he travel against the grains |
| Always against the grains |