Ridin' Down The Canyon

Riding down the canyon, to watch the sun go down
A picture, that no artist ever could paint
White faced cattle lowing on the mountain side
I hear a coyote whining for its mate

Cactus plants are blooming, sagebrush every where
Granite spires are standing all around
I tell you folks it's Heaven, to be riding down the trail
When the desert sun goes down

When evening chores are over at our ranch house on the plain
And all I've got to do is lay around
I saddle up, my pony and I ride off down the trail
To watch the desert sun go down

Riding down the canyon, to watch the sun go down
A picture that no artist ever could paint
White faced cattle lowing on the mountain side
I hear a coyote whining for its mate

Cactus plants are blooming, sagebrush every where
Granite spires are standing all around
I tell you folks it's Heaven, to be riding down the trail
When the desert sun goes down

Cactus plants are blooming, sagebrush every where
Granite spires are standing all around
I tell you folks it's Heaven, to be riding down the trail
When the desert sun goes down