Yeehaw, go go go! Johnny, go! Woo-hoo
We're flying over rocks and roots
From small town Dodge to San Fran's boots
With four horses leading the charge
Racing through the country large, yeehaw
We are the Desert Storm Riders
Racing through the sand
Over rocks and over roots
Past Indians and coyotes too, yeehaw
Racing through the sand
Over rocks and over roots too
A quick stop in the town's saloon
A drink with thanks, under the moon
Then off we race again
The sun's rising, but our spirits don't wane
And bandits we leave behind
Fast as the wind, they'll find
No dust speck catches us
And soon we'll be at our destination
And soon we'll be at our destination
Ohhhhhhhh yeah!
And soon we'll be at our destination
Ohhhhhhhh yeah!
Racing on till the morning light
Johnny leads, with all his might
Desert storm, keep riding free
Across this land, eternally