Riding at Night

On and on through the silent night, Under the sky with its tranquil light Of stars that are smiling and blinking bright— Riding…just riding along … Up the hill and over the rise; Can’t see the trail but my horse is wise; He knows where the hidden hill-trail lies; Riding…just riding along… A flicker of …

Saturday Night

Out from the ranch on a Saturday night, Ridin’ a hawse that’s a shootin’ star, Close on the flanks of the flyin’ daylight, Racin’ with dark for the J L Bar. Fox-trot and canter will do for the day; It’s a gallop, my love, when I’m ridin’ your way. Up the arroyo the trippin’ hoofs …

When You’re Throwed

If a feller’s been astraddle since he’s big enough to ride, And has had to throw a saddle onto every sort of hide; Though it’s nothin’ they take pride in, most of fellers I have knowed, If they ever done much ridin’, has at various times got throwed. It perhaps is when you’re startin’ on …

The Last Rodeo

The stands are all empty the crowds all gone home The last truckload of broncs is loaded and gone It feels kind of funny with nowhere to go At the end of the season at the last rodeo My old rodeo truck ain’t been cleaned out all year It smells like old leather, tobacco and …