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 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 e'er could paint
white faced cattle lowin' on the mountain side
hear a coyote whinin' for it's 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