Cowboy's out west , liking it the way it was.
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Lyrics
The Painted Desert 2009 by Arthur Holt
The cowboys home's on the range
He doesn't want his life to change
With his bandana 'round his face
A gun belt a round his waist
He's headed to town for drinkin and shootin
And some carousing around
Cause life is tough living in the sage brush
Near this west Texas town
Across the painted desert he rides
The red sun going down in his eyes
Where the prarie dogs live with the snakes
That is where he fits the best
Where the painted desert meets the west
Through the tide of dry dust that his horse Gus kicks up
He rides through the cacti
With their arms pointing up he says stick um up
With a twinkle in his eye
With skin like leather he couldn't feel better
Does it makes you wonder why
With a spirit as free as an eagle on the breeze
He feel's like he could fly
Across the painted desert he rides
The red sun going down in his eyes
Where the prarie dogs live with the snakes
That is where he fits the best
Where the painted desert meets the west
Across the painted desert he rides
The red sun going down in his eyes
Where the prarie dogs live with the snakes
That is where he fits the best
Where the painted desert meets the west