ain't no landmarks on these wide and rollin' plains
There ain't no trees or mountains,
so each day it looks the same
But you'll never lose direction and
you'll know just where you are
If you'll always point the wagon tongue,
to ward that ol' north star.
one cold and stormy night
I watched the cattle stampede,
through the lightnings' eerie light.
Took several days to round em up,
And we followed in the wagon,
through the soft and muddy ground.
As we pushed the herd across the plains,
That we had drifted way off course,
But that night the stars came out,
his theory stood the test;
Abilene's up north of us,
He said there ain't no landmarks on these
There ain't no trees or mountains,
so each day it looks the same
But you'll never lose direction an
d you'll know just where you are
If you'll always point the wagon tongue,
to ward that ol' north star.
My life has been a full one,
And I've seen a lot of sunshine,
but I've seen some cloudy days.
For a while I wondered aimlessly
and I still wear the scars
Of when I didn't point my wagon tongue,
toward that ol' north star.
'Cause life is like a grassy sea,
the trail ain't always plain,
and another lead to pain,
But you'll never lose direction an
d you'll know just where you are
If you'll always point your wagon tongue,
toward that ol' north star
Yes you'll never lose direction an
d you'll know just where you are
If you'll always point your wagon tongue,
to ward that ol' north star.
