Don Edwards - Ridin' lyrics

There's some that like the city gra** that's curried smooth and green Theaters, stranglin' collars waggons run by gasoline For me it's horse and saddle every day without a change And the desert's suns a-blazing on a hundred miles of range Ridin' Ridin' desert ripplin in the sun Mountains blue along the skyline Who could envy anyone when we're ridin' When my feet is in the stirrups and my horse is on the bust And his hooves a flashin' lightnin' from a cloud of golden dust And the bawlin' of the cattle is a comin' down the wind Then a finer life than riden' would be mighty hard to find Ridin', ridin' splitn' long cracks through the air Stirrin' up a baby cyclone rippin' up the prickly pear When we're ridin' Don't need no art exhibits when the sunset does her best Painting everlasting glory on the mountains to the West And your opry looks so foolish as the night-bird starts his tune And the deserts silver mounted by the touches of the moon Ridin' ridin', who could envy kings and czars When the coyotes down the valley their singin to the stars When we're ridin' When my earthly trail is ended and my final bacon curled And the last great roundups finished at the home ranch of the world Don't want no harps nor halos robes, nor other dressed up things Just ride those starry ranges on a pinto horse with wings Ridin', ridin' nothin I like half so well As a roundin up the sinners that have wandered out of hell When we're ridin' Ridin', ridin' desert ripplin in the sun Mountains blue along the skyline Who could envy anyone when we're ridin'