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 grazing down the mountainside I hear a coyote whining for...Learn More

When I was a kid the snow would drift high on the barn Before daylight broke, I'd be out with a bucket on my arm And the cattle would walk through the dark and the cold With steam in their breaths and ice on their coats The snow beneath my boots would glitter and squeak Over the bones of the buffalo buried so deep Montana My father gave me...Learn More

Well me 'n' Oliver 'n' Virgil's in the feedstore killing time When my eyes fell upon this magazine I got to reading this here article about sky-diving and parachutes And it said jumping out of airplanes was the thing Being raised down on a ranch n always ready for a little adventure I knew that I could figure out a way Well Delmer Gill's got a...Learn More

There was a boy in Arkansas who wouldn't listen to his ma When she told him that he should go to school He'd sneak away in the afternoon, take a little walk and pretty soon You'd find him at the local auction barn Well he'd stand and listen carefully then pretty soon he began to see How the auctioneer could talk so rapidly He said, "Oh my it's do...Learn More

(yodel) Oh-de-lay-ee, ah-ee. oh-ay-ee Way out on the windswept desert where nature favors no man The buffalo found his brother at rest on the sun-baked sand He said, my brother, what ails you? Has sickness got you this way? But his brother never said, for his brother was dead Been dead since way last May (yodel) Oh-de-lay-ee, ah-ee....Learn More

Well cold high mountain wind Just like some worried friend Tellin' me I better git a movin' Clouds are rollin' way up high Through the trees come a lonesome sigh Of the mountain wind Cold high mountain wind Aspens are turnin', I think I'd better Head on down and find some warmer weather I strike a long trot to canyon's mouth Hit the valley gonna'...Learn More

At a hack stable or brandin' pen Any place you might find some bow legged men Ask any old hand He's bound to say he's got the answer To the bronc ballet If your pony breaks in two There are certain things a fellah' needs to do If you follow his advice right down to the letter Your buck off average is bound to get better Only problem is, you can't...Learn More

He’s been out here for a month now, following some elusive call Put half his life behind him, then one day he just up and hit the wall It might be an illusion, but he’s got to go and see If there’s not a place for him, somewhere west of Laramie Somewhere west of Laramie I hope to find the rest of me And it might be the best of me Somewhere west of...Learn More

I'm lonesome, but happy, rich, but I'm broke And the good Lord knows the reason I'm just a cowpoke From Cheyenne to Douglas, all the ranges I know 'Cause I drift with the wind, no one cares where I go I ain't got a dime in these old worn out jeans So I'll stop eatin' steak and go back to beans I'll pick up a ten spot in Prescott I know Well, I'm...Learn More

Somewhere near the timberline, he feeds the fire Morning slowly turns the sky to gray Choices made and trails all taken, he's alone She's with someone else now far away Up there near the ridgeline, the trails all run together and then branch to different canyons over creeks that run so dark And if you take the wrong trail you can wander on...Learn More

I carry my saddle By the side of the road Hard rains fallin' Wind blowin' cold East across the mountains here Nevada sings Tellin' me it's time to hurry home And I'd fly there now if I had wings Go soaring back to Tonopah Headlight glowin' The cars hurry past Just like the years Are flowin' so fast If I can get there I know I'll be warm The ackin'...Learn More

From the broken hills of Mexico We took the horses we stole To Sonora and the California mines Where you gringos dig for gold Even north to the Oregon line The story is the same All your women they tremble in fear At the mention of my name I rob the miner on the Coulterville Road I leave his blood on the ground Like mist through oak and digger...Learn More