[Verse] Out in the hills where the sun don’t quit Lamas roam free with their sassy spit Wool like clouds and a stubborn streak They chew their cud while the coyotes peek
[Chorus] Sweet lama home Where the hay bales lie Spitting truth under the open sky Oh sweet lama home Where the grass grows high Pack it up My lama Let’s ride or die
[Verse 2] Their hums like whispers in the mountain air Carrying secrets They just don’t care Climbing cliffs like it’s child’s play Lama parade at the break of day
[Prechorus] Wooly kings with an attitude bold Spit you a story that’s never been told
[Chorus] Sweet lama home Where the hay bales lie Spitting truth under the open sky Oh sweet lama home Where the grass grows high Pack it up My lama Let’s ride or die
[Bridge] Lama drama In the canyon deep Sassy and salty They never weep With a look so smug and a sideways glance They’ll spit you out of your cowboy stance
Musikstyle
and stomping percussion, electric guitars with a twang, country rock