I ride a little old paint horse she carries me on my way
She sure a foot in sturdy wild is the rain
All the cattle they are lowing as I'm singing them to sleep
And the stars are like a blanket God hung over me
My love is like an oak tree she's strong and tall
And she holds me in her branches when I can't stand at all
And I love her like a Prairiefield like I can't see the end
And I'd walk on forever I'd walk until I'm dead
Those mountain dogs they are calling me from on high
They're looking for a kill and there's violence on the rise
They lo me to sleep like my mama sitting by my bed when I was
Maybe 5 years old
Storms in my head
I ride a little old paint horse she carries me on my way
She sure a foot in sturdy wild is the rain
All the cattle they are lowing as I'm singing them to sleep
And the stars are like a blanket God hung over me
