Opener:  Grand Square

Puple eyes in the canyon, that´s where I long to be

with my three good companions, my Rifle, my Pony and me

allemande left and weave

Gonna hang my sombrero, from the limb of a tree

commin home sweetheart darling, just my Rifle, my Pony and me

Whipporwill in the willow, sings a sweet melody

Riding to Amarillo, Just my Rifle, my Pony and me

allemande left and weave

No more cows to be ropin, no more strays will I see

around the bend she´ll be waitin, for my Rifle, my Pony and me