"There is some that likes the city— Grass that's curried smooth and green, Theaytres and stranglin' collars, Wagons run by gasoline— But for me it's hawse and saddle Every day without a change, And a desert sun a-blazin' On a hundred miles of range.
Just a-ridin', a-ridin'— Desert ripplin' in the sun, Mountains blue along the skyline— I don't envy anyone When I'm ridin'." --Charles Badger Clark
