Where the Ghost River Flows

Backward turn backward, O time in your flight Give me a saddle horse just for tonight A saddle and bridle, chaps and a quart God and silk hanky and an old buckskin shirt Once in the saddle, I'm headed for those Grass covered hills where the Ghost River flows When I started to farm, my friends declared, Pete You're bound to get rich if you stick to the wheat You can see for yourself when the riding is done The farm is the place where the dollars are won Many years I have farmed, and now at life's close Let me ride in the hills where the Ghost River flows Ride through the frost with the stars shining bright Ride til the rising sun chases the night To blazes with ploughs and harvesting flax Your 90 cent oats and your 20 cent sacks Herd laws in Texas, I knew not those woes Back in the hills where the Ghost River flows When the last summons come and I answer the call There's a spot on the Ghost that I love beyond all Just bury there with my face to the West Mark there the spot, "Here's a cowboy at rest" Where the sun always shines and the soft Chinook blows Back in hills where the Ghost River flows