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