Don Edwards - Ridin

^DSome folks like the city Grass thats ^Emcurried smooth and green Theaters ^A7and stranglin collars Wagons run by gas ^Dolene But for me its hawse and saddle Everyday ^Emwithout a change And the ^A7dessert sun a blazin On a hundred miles of ^Drange

Just a ^Gridin, a r^A7idin Dessert ^Driplin in the ^Emsun................. Mountains ^Gblue along the ^Emskyline I don't ^A7envey anyone when I'm ^Driden

And my ^Emhawse is on the bust With his ^A7hooves a flashin lightnin In a cloud of golden ^Ddust And the bawl-in of the cattle Is a ^Emcom-in down the wind Then a ^A7finer life than riden Would be mighty hard to ^Dfind

Just a ^Gridin, a ^A7ridin Spittin ^Dlong cracks thru the ^Emair............. Stirrin ^Gup a baby ^Emcyclone Rippin ^A7up the prickly pear when I'm ^Dridin

When the ^Emsunset does her best Painting ^A7ever-lasting glory On the moun-tains to the ^Dwest And your opry sounds so foolish When the ^Emnight-bird starts his tune And the ^A7desserts silver mounted By the touches of the ^Dmoon

Just a ^Gridin, a ^A7ridin Who ^Dcan envy kings and ^Emczars.............. When ^Gthe coyotes down ^Emthe valley Are a ^A7singin to the stars when i'm ^Dridin

And my ^Emfinal bacons curled And the ^A7last great roundups finished At the home ranch of the ^Dworld I don't want no harps nor halos Robes nor ^Emother dressed up things Just let ^A7me ride the starry ranges On a spotted horse with ^Dwings

Just a ^Gridin, a ^A7ridin Nothin ^DI'd like half so ^Emwell.............. As a ^Groundin up the ^Emsinners That have ^A7wondered out of hell and a ^Dridin, Just a ridin