The Sons Of The Pioneers — Ridin’ Down the Canyon

When evening chores are over at our ranch house on the plains And all I have 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 lowing on the mountain side I hear a coyote whining for its mate Cactus plants are blooming, sage brush everywhere 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