Chuck Hawthorne

Lyrics

Ovando (Chuck Hawthorne & Shawn T. Pabst)

Where the Blackfoot waltzes
With the Swan Mountain Range
Where the valley winds wheel into space

There’s a frontier saloon
There’s a cowgirl tribune
There’s a family all decked out in grace

A Little Girl steps up on her daddy’s boots
And they spin and they twirl to the country blues
It’s a trick-ridin’ rodeo rhinestone flight
Dancin’ round mem’ries tonight

Ovando,
I’m calling your name
I’m making my way back to you
Ovando, home to my kin
You’re where I begin and I end
Ovando

There’s a faded legend
The loggers lean in
They listen to rings that they write

Then Jeff reaches up
And straightens the picture
Of a Rodeo Queen in black and white

And The Lady stands up on her horseback seat
And they spin and twirl to the quarter hoof beat
Like a Little Girl dancin’ on her daddy’s boots
It's an unbroken circle, trick roping loop

Ovando
I'm calling your name
I'm making my way back to you
Ovando, home to my kin
You're where I begin and I end
Ovando