Welcome to the Ponderosa, my friends,
for an evening of songs and stories
about the American West.
A land of legend, of romance,
of friendship and loyalty,
and courage.
A motherlode of remembrance.
A true bonanza.
We chased Lady Luck
till we finally struck bonanza.
With a gun and a rope and a handful of hope
We planted our family tree
We got a hold of a pot full
of gold bonanza
With a horse and a saddle
and a ring full of cattle
How rich can a fellow be?
On this land we put our brand
How trite is the name?
Fortune smiled the day we
piled the Ponderosa claim
Here in the West we're
living in the best bonanza
If anyone fights any one of us,
he's gonna fight with me
Bonanza! Bonanza!
Hoss and Joe and Adam
know every rock and pine
No one works, fights or eats
like those boys of mine
Here we stand in the middle
of a grand bonanza
With a gun and a rope and a hat full of hope
We planted our family tree
We got a hold of a pot full of gold,
Bonanza
With a house full of friends,
with a rainbow ends,
how rich can a fella be?
On this land we put our brand,
our pride is the name
Fortune smiled the day we
filed the Ponderosa claim
Here in the West we're liv in' in the best,
Bonanza
The friendliest, whitenest,
lovin 'est band
that ever set foot in a promised land
And we're happier than them all
That's why we call it
Bonanza
Bonanza
Bon anza
Bonanza!