Текст: Don Williams. Borrowed Tales. My Rifle, My Pony, And Me.

The sun is sinking in the west
The cattle go down to the stream
The redwing settle in their nest
Its time for a cowboy to sing

Purple light in the canyon
That?s where I long to be
With my three good companions
Jus? my rifle, my pony and me

Whiporwill in the willow
Sings a sweet melody
Ridin? to Amarillo
Jus? my rifle, my pony and me

No more cows to be ropin?
Nor more strays will I see
?Round the bend she?ll be waitin?
For my rifle, my pony and me
For my rifle, my pony and me