When I was a kid I had a rockin' horse named Ranger

Out on the front porch we would ride we would ride

Little red cowboy boots, little red cowboy hat

And a pistol that shoots straight as an eagle flys



Mama would come out and say it's time to come in

I said I ain't going nowhere mama, don't ask me again

I was just an outlaw riding on the trail

Knocking over stage coaches riding on the rails



I'm going to Galleywinter

A place where all the cowboys ride

A place where all the outlaws hide

Away from the men who want to kill them for what they done

I'm going to Galleywinter

I'm going to Galleywinter



My sister'd come out and say

Where are you going anyway?

I'm going to Galleywinter and there ain't no girls allowed

I guess things are different now

Times have changed

A girl is nice to have with you when you're riding on the range

She can make you breakfast, talk to you at night

You can argue about things

you never thought you'd argue about in your whole life



Twenty-five years older

Ranger ain't here no more

Been replaced by a 1958 model T-bird Ford

Baby say where you want to go

I said I don't know maybe Mexico

Anywhere where tequila flows is all right with me



I'm going to Galleywinter

A place where all the outlaws hide

A place where all the cowgirls ride

You know that it's all right with me

I'm going to Galleywinter

I'm going to Galleywinter