Sounds of Night
As I lay my head on this old saddle
My horse tithered to the rope from tree to tree
He stands asleep on four legs dreaming of
That mustang mare
And as my eyes start to close
Under these stars
I think of blue eyes and blond hair
The wind is warm on these plains
As I sleep I know I'm safe
My boots lie filled with rocks
Just so a rattle snake
Won't find a new home
As I drift off to sleep
I'll listen to the music of a coyote
Howling for a new mate
And the wolf is so close
I can hear his chewing on a bone
This life of a cowboy I've chosen
Just for me isn't as lonely
As one might think
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