The Gather (Live)

歌詞

The sun is peekin' over the ridge The air is crisp and the sky is big Leaves are fallin', the cattle are bawlin' Ridin' out on the gather A cowdog is creepin' with his head slung low Hooves are squeekin' on the fresh fallen snow Morning is breakin' and my soul is awakened Ridin out on the gather My pockets are empty but I don't care I know that I'm winning when I'm out there Where the magpies are talkin' in the cottonwood trees And the river is tickled by a cool northern breeze I'm floatin' like a feather when I'm sittin on the leather Ridin out on the gather