Well I'm riding along, singing the same old cowboy song
That's been sung a hundred times before
Ain't got nothing but my name
And I'm the only man I know to blame
But I'm living, I'm happy, and I'm free..

Just to listen to the wind blow, and blow, and blow
Sand over my trail
I got my saddle on the ground
And that old moon, he can still be found
Hidin in the desert skies..

I like simple things in life, like a prairie tree
A good-styled horse between my knees
Just bein alone, just bein me
And when I die, let me die with a dream in my mind
A smile on my face and no troubles behind
And a cross on my grave, to show my resting place..

So I can listen to the wind blow, and blow, and blow
Sand over my trail
I got my saddle on the ground
And that old moon, he can still be found
Hidin in the desert skies..

Won't you bury me with my chaps on
And my six gun strapped to my side
So I can watch the moon hiding in the desert skies
Hiding in the desert skies
Hiding in the desert skies
Hiding in the desert skies

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