I ride a little old paint horse, she carries me on my way
And she sure a foot in sturdy wild is the rain
All the cattle they are lowing as I´m singing them to sleep

And the stars are like a blanket god hung over me

My love she´s like an oak tree, strong and tall
And she holds me in her branches when I can´t stand at all
I love her like a Prairiefield like I can´t see the end
I´d walk on forever, yeah, I´d walk until I´m dead

Those mountain dogs they are calling me from on high
They´re looking for a kill and there´s violence on the rise
They lo me to sleep like my mama sitting by my bed
When I was maybe 5 years old, storms in my head

I ride a little old paint horse, she carries me on my way
And she sure a foot in sturdy wild is the rain
All the cattle they are lowing as I´m singing them to sleep
And the stars are like a blanket god hung over me