| Lyrics: | When evening chores are over
At our ranch house on the plains
And all I've got to do is
lay around
I saddle up my pony and go ridin' down the trail
To watch the desert sun go
down
Ridin' down the canyon
To watch the sun go down
A picture that no artist
'ere could paint
White faced cattle lowin' on the mountain side
I hear a coyote
winnin' for it's mate
Catcus plants are bloomin', sagebrush everywhere
Granite spires are
standin' all around
I tell you, folks, it's Heaven
To be ridin' down the
trail
When the desert sun goes down |
