Words defy the tune
Whip cracking, whip cracking moon
The spell is in the irons
In the spurs on your boots
Yankee Rose
A gun that shoots
The ranches on the plain
Brand me, brand me, brand me with your name
The spell is in the dirt
And the pistol smokes
Yankee Rose
The lasso chokes
A drink in the saloon
Red eye, red eye, red high noon
The spell is in the saddle
It’s in the poker game
Yankee Rose
I call your name
Yankee Rose
I call your name
The spell is in the muscle
The sweet sweat
Pumping in the muscle