Off in the distance the dust and wind dance
Stirring visions of things that seem not to be true
Wild horses on the run at first glance
Unsure of what the old west wind has blew
Shadows growing and falling in the morning sun
Different are they as the evening sun fades away
Bringing on the darkness to fill the prairie basin
The night sky forming a wide starry archway
Saddle as a pillow a slicker for a blanket
Talk with your old pony who never complains
Watching the evening glow over hills of granite
Softly praying clouds to the west don't bring the rains
The dried twigs popping and crackle in the fire
The sweet smell of the last coffee grinds cooking
A picture painted in Gods heaven so inspiring
To this tried old cowboy laying here aching
So many trails, canyons and boom towns
Gamblers, whores and to much whiskey
Age pushing towards the last showdown
Trying to face what's coming bravely
That last trail drive all old cowboys face
Like when the last buffalo was skinned
Knowing that death wins and can't be outraced
Becoming nothing more then dust in the old wind