The campfire light’s a dimmin’ and the stars are overhead
My saddle is my pillow as I get my blanket spread
The day has been a long one riding fences ‘cross the range
But breathing in the cool night air there’s not a thing I’d change
The prairie wind’s soft whisper greets the hooting of an owl
Soon the song is answered by a lonesome coyote’s howl
Here beneath the prairie skies is just where I should be
The only place that’s fitting for an ole cowpoke like me
I’m wayward as the winds that blow across the prairie lands
As errant as the tumbleweed that rolls ‘cross desert sands
But here upon the range is where my restless heart’s at ease
A saddled pony, boots, and hat to make my memories
Out here upon the prairie as the day comes to an end
I think about the miles of fence that I must ride and mend
But tomorrow is another day so here beneath the sky
I’ll listen as the prairie sings its gentle lullaby
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