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When evening ch*res are over at our rach house on the plains
And all I've got to do is lay around
I saddle up my pony and ride off down the trail
To watch the desert sun go down
Ridin' down the canyon just to watch the sun go down
A picture that no artis ever could paint
White faced cattlow lowin' on the mountain trail
I hear a coyote whinin' for its mate
Cactus plants are bloomin' sagebrush everywhere
Granite spoires are standing all around
I tell you folks it's heaven to be ridin' down the trail
To watch the desert sun go down
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Cactus plants are bloomin'...
To watch the desert sun go down
