Grazing in the high desert,
amongst the prickly pear.
I love to see the mountains,
and breathe all that fresh air.
The cattle roam so freely,
so that I have time to nap.
My ol' buddy Max will watch,
so they won't get in a trap.
My horse will stand beside me,
while I drift off in dreams.
And ol Max will make sure,
they don't cross the streams.
With out my 4 legged friends,
this grazing would be hard.
And I wouldn't have anyone,
who'd help me to stand guard.
Walking through the scrub oak,
trying to avoid the catclaw.
Watching out for coyotes,
while biting off another chaw.
The rains are a welcome sight,
as the feed will grow some more.
But when we get too much,
thats when the rivers start to roar.
The nights are nice and quiet,
and the stars shine so bright.
A cowboy knows God is near,
so his prayers he does recite.
To be up in the high desert,
is called beauty at its best.
But to me I love the mountains,
more so then all the rest.
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