케일럽 릿지 Caleb Ridge

No Regrets on the Range

The dust on my boots tells a long, hard-fought tale, Of mountains we climbed when the whiskey ran stale. We broke the earth open, we crossed every line, Believed in the promise of that horizon line. Thought the toughest miles were finally behind me, friend, Thought the restless search had come to its end.

But the path that lies ahead is rougher than the last, A storm in the valley that's blowing too fast. The river's too wide, the sun's fading low, They want me to turn back, but the answer is no.

I’m walking this line, and there's no turning back my word! I’ve paid the price already, for every lesson learned. I swear by the blood, and the sweat, and the rising sun, I’m a man of my convictions, my journey’s just begun! No Regrets on the Range, son, no regrets in my soul!

This isn't about glory, or titles, or gold, It's about the oath I made, the story to be told. Another man might falter, another might quit, But a man knows his duty, he has to commit. Though the hardship gets heavier with every damn mile, I will face the fate with a resolute smile.

I’m walking this line, and there's no turning back my word! I’ve paid the price already, for every lesson learned. I swear by the blood, and the sweat, and the rising sun, I’m a man of my convictions, my journey’s just begun! No Regrets on the Range, son, no regrets in my soul!

No regrets... Just the grit to keep on walking...