Prairie Sage

PRAIRIE SAGE

WRITTEN BY J.R HILTON

NOVEMBER 2017

OUT RIDING FENCES, ON A WINDSWEPT RANGE

SOMETIMES THIS LIFE SEEMS LONELY AND STRANGE

POKING THE FIRE, UNDER THE STARS

EMBRACING THE SILENCE, NO PEOPLE OR CARS

TIME ENOUGH TO THINK AND DREAM

BEFORE I GO TO SLEEP

COWBOY UP WITH THE DAWN

ALWAYS MOVING ON

ROMANTIC LIFE IN THE SADDLE

I DON'T THINK SO

JUST ANOTHER DAY OF HARD WORK

COMING MY WAY

DON'T YOU GO AND GET ME WRONG

I CHOSE THIS LIFE BECAUSE IT'S ALL I KNOW 

BROKEN HEARTS AND LONLINESS

THAT'S SURE TO FOLLOW

DRIVES ME DOWN THE TRAIL

BREAKING HORSES, THROWING BALES

RIDING RANGE, THE MILES PASS BY

THE LIFE OF A COWBOY, HELLO GOODBYE

DRIVING CATTLE, CHOKING ON DUST

IT'S MY LIFE, IT'S A MUST

COWSLIP AND PRAIRIE SAGE

TUMBLEWEEDS TURN THE PAGE

ANOTHER DAY OLDER, AND WIZENED PERHAPS 

MAYBE THIS LIFE HAS WHAT OTHERS LACK

COWBOY COFFEE AND STEW

AT THE END OF ANOTHER LONG DAY 

RAINS COMING IN, THERE'S A STORM ON THE WAY 

SUNRISE SOON FINDS ME, BREWING UP AGAIN

FORTIFYING FOR A LONG RIDE AHEAD

JUST ME AND OLD RED, RIDING INTO THE MORNING SUN

LIFE OF A COWBOY, GET IT DONE

ANOTHER SECTION OF FENCE REPAIRED

AND OFF TO FIND A NEW ONE, TO CHECK FOR WEAR

CALL THIS ROMANTIC BUT I BEG TO DIFFER 

THERE'S NO WAY IT COMPARES

THE LIFE OF A COWBOY, WIND WEATHERED FACE

FROM TOO MANY STORMS AND TOO MANY SUN DRENCHED DAYS 

LIVING UNDER THE SKY, WHERE I MAKE MY HOME

RIGHT HERE WHERE BISON USED TO ROAM

BEDROLL BENEATH THE STARS

I CAN SEE THE MILKY WAY

JUST BEFORE I CLOSE MY EYES

OUT RIDING FENCES, ON A WINDSWEPT RANGE

SOMETIMES THIS LIFE SEEMS LONELY AND STRANGE

TIME ENOUGH TO THINK AND DREAM

ALWAYS MOVING ON IT SEEMS

OUT RIDING FENCES IN THE POURING RAIN

SOAKED TO THE SKIN, NO ONE TO BLAME BUT MYSELF

FOR CHOOSING THIS LIFE