Sagebrush Rambler

(wheeew) Dust on my boots,

a shadow on the sand

Riding through the heat of an empty land

No name to give,

no home to find

Just the cold hard truth I left behind

I am the drifter

on the high open plain

Running from the fire,

dancing in the rain

The wind is my brother,

the sun is my guide

With nowhere to run,

and nowhere to hide

There's a ghost town sleeping in the valley deep

And secrets that the canyon walls will keep

I watch the embers slowly turn to gray

Before the morning pulls me far away I

am the drifter

on the high open plain

Running from the fire,

dancing in the rain

The wind is my brother,

the sun is my guide

With nowhere to run,

and nowhere to hide

(hummmm) On

the

high open plain (wheeew)