The sun slips over the horizon
Leaving a dusky bliss
The sight is worthy to lay your eyes on
Surely something you don't want to miss.
And, as the sun goes down
It leaves behind it
A sense of peace in the town
A campfire burning bright,
Illuminates the camp
And their faces with its light.
A song they do play,
And laughter so gay,
Fills the shadowy night.
They are satisfied, and as for me?
I sorta wish life could be,
Just like this Roy Rogers movie.
I want to see The Lights of Old Santa Fe
And to dream Under California Stars
I want to live in the Days of Jesse James
And hear The Sons of the Pioneers sing
To the music of their guitars.
Utah is grand, and Colorado is, too
And Idaho, and Southward Ho
For in them you always know,
That The King of the Cowboys will come through.
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