John Hardy, American Country Hits, Country Hit Superstars, Country Music All-Stars Музыка Дикого Запада: Техасский закат

The canyon walls are painted crimson red
As the sun drops down on its dusty bed
The coyotes are howling a lullaby tune
To greet the arrival of the silver moon

And out here the world is wide and grand
Written in the lines of this ancient land
I breathe in the sage and the desert breeze
Living out here brings a man to his knees
It's a painted sky, where the eagles fly
My piece of heaven on earth

No city skylines blocking out the stars
No rushing traffic or the noise of the bars
Just the whisper of the wind through the canyon stone
Reminding me why I call this place my home

And out here the world is wide and grand
Written in the lines of this ancient land
I breathe in the sage and the desert breeze
Living out here brings a man to his knees
It's a painted sky, where the eagles fly
My piece of heaven on earth