Ridin' down the canyon, to watch the sun go down A picture, that no artist ever could paint White faced cattle lowin' on the mountain side I hear a coyote whinin' for its mate Cactus plants are bloomin', sagebrush every where 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 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 Ridin' down the canyon, to watch the sun go down A picture that no artist ever could paint White faced cattle lowin' on the mountain side I hear a coyote whinin' for its mate Cactus plants are bloomin', sagebrush every where 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 Cactus plants are bloomin', sagebrush every where Granite spires are standin' all around I tell you folks it's Heaven, to be ridin' down the trail When the desert sun goes downTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
