Just A-Ridin’!

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Just A-Ridin’!

Oh, for me a horse and saddle

Every day without a change;

With the desert sun a-blazin’

On a hundred miles o’ range,

Just a-ridin’, just a-ridin’,

Desert ripplin’ in the sun,

Mountains blue along the skyline⁠—

I don’t envy anyone.

When my feet are in the stirrups

And my horse is on the bust;

When his hoofs are flashin’ lightnin’

From a golden cloud o’ dust;

And the bawlin’ of the cattle

Is a-comin’ down the wind⁠—

Oh, a finer life than ridin’

Would be mighty hard to find,

Just a-ridin’, just a-ridin’,

Splittin’ long cracks in the air,

Stirrin’ up a baby cyclone,

Rootin’ up the prickly pear.

I don’t need no art exhibits

When the sunset does his best,

Paintin’ everlastin’ glories

On the mountains of the west.

And your operas look foolish

When the night bird starts his tune

And the desert’s silver-mounted

By the kisses of the moon,

Just a-ridin’, just a-ridin’,

I don’t envy kings nor czars

When the coyotes down the valley

Are a-singin’ to the stars.

When my earthly trail is ended

And my final bacon curled,

And the last great round up’s finished

At the Home Ranch of the world,

I don’t want no harps or haloes,

Robes or other dress-up things⁠—

Let me ride the starry ranges

On a pinto horse with wings,

Just a-ridin’, just a-ridin’,

Splittin’ chunks o’ wintry air,

With your feet froze to your stirrups

And a snowdrift in your hair.