Ridin’ Down The Canyon
At our ranch 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
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 whinin’ for his mate.
Cactus plants are bloomin’
Sage brush everywhere;
Granite spires are standin’ all around.
I tell you folks it’s heaven
To be ridin’ down the trail
When desert sun goes down.
Words and music by Gene Autry and Smiley Burnette