Places I have been,
cities I have seen,
with concrete caverns rising from the ground.
Miles and miles of asphalt trail,
stretch across a land,
stampeding meadow ponies leaving smoke along the way...
I`m going back to paniolo county,
stars at night
no city lights.
Paniolo country, my home on the range.
I made up my mind, won`t waste any time
I`m going back to where the clouds ride high.
take my word its pretty, not like the great big city
the winds still bring cool clear mountian air.
I`m going back to paniolo country
rain drops fall, the grass grows tall
paniolo county, my home on the range.