Bing Crosby
Ridin' Down the Canton
When evening chores are over at our ranch house on the plainAnd all I've got to do is lay aroundI saddle up my pony and ride off down the trailTo watch the desert sun go downRidin' down the canyon to watch the sun go downA picture that no artist e'er could paintWhite faced cattle lowin' on the mountain sideHear a coyote whinin' for it's mateCactus plants are bloomin', sagebrush every whereGranite spires are standin' all aroundI tell you folks it's heavenTo be ridin' down the trailWhen the desert sun goes down
From Letras Mania