High Plains Drifter Poem by Mark Heathcote

If I were a high plains drifter
I'd never cross the borderline.
That leaves you behind.
I'd never find a watering hole.
That doesn't include looking into your blue eyes.

Darling, if I were a high plains drifter
I'd be hanging on to a wild, unbroken horse.
That always returns to pasture.
A place in your heart that melts like snow
And it always has coal burning brightly.
And it never reaches temperatures of sub-zero.

If I were a high plains drifter
I'd hope you would string along.
Stop me from driving cattle far away.
If I were a high plains drifter
I would hope you would one day
Make my heart stay in the saddle.
My soul will never wander.

If I were a high plains drifter
I'd never cross the borderline.
That leaves you behind.
I'd never find a sweeter watering hole.
That doesn't include looking into your blue eyes.

Darling, if I were a high plains drifter
I would always dream of being at home.
On the ranch where I belong,
Darling, if I were a high plains drifter
I'd be hanging on to a wild, unbroken mare.
That always returns to pasture, waiting to be paired
with a broken stallion -in the fold.