When evening chores are over   At our ranch house on the plains   And all I've got to do is lay around   I saddle up my pony and go ridin' down the trail   To watch the desert sun go down      Ridin' down the canyon   To watch the sun go down   A picture that no artist 'ere could paint      White faced cattle lowin' on the mountain side   I hear a coyote winnin' for it's mate   Catcus plants are bloomin', sagebrush everywhere   Granite spires are standin' all around      I tell you, folks, it's Heaven   To be ridin' down the trail   When the desert sun goes down