Ridin' Ridin' desert ripplin in the sun
Mountains blue along the skyline
Who could envy anyone when we're ridin'

When my feet is in the stirrups and my horse is on the bust
And his hooves a flashin lightnin from a cloud of golden dust
And the bawl-in of the cattle is a come-in down the wind
Then a finer life than riden' would be mighty hard to find

Ridin' Ridin' splitn long cracks through the air
Stirrin up a baby cyclone rippin up the prickly pear
When we're ridin'

Don't need no art exhibits when the sunset does her best
Painting everlasting glory on the mountains to the west
And your opry looks so foolish as the night-bird starts his tune
And the deserts silver mounted by the touches of the moon

Ridin' Ridin'
Who could envy kings and czars
When the coyotes down the valley their singin to the stars
When we're ridin'

When my earthly trail is ended and my final bacon curled
And the last great roundups finished at the home ranch of the world
Don't want no harps nor halos robes nor other dressed up things
Just ride those starry ranges on a pinto horse with wings

Ridin' Ridin' nothin I like half so well
As a roundin up the sinners that have wandered out of hell
When we're ridin'

Ridin' Ridin' desert ripplin in the sun
Mountains blue along the skyline
Who could envy anyone when we're ridin'