Good Night and Sweet Dreams

I always hear the sound of guitars strumming harmonica music and cowboys humming when I feel a warm night breeze upon my face Whenever I look at a summer night sky or hear the sound of a coyote's lonesome cry it always takes me back to that peaceful place Where men who did not care where they spit or cussed with wrinkled leather faces covered in dust would gather around the glowing campfire light Singing those songs about how life used to be when cowboys on the range were peaceful and free until the day’s work tucked us in for the night We’d rise up each day even before it was dawn throw on a hat, a shirt, and shove our boots on ride out to the herd to meet the rising day It may not have been a fancy life that’s true seems we always had a million chores to do but this old cowboy still dreams of living that way