Ghost of the Lonesome Prairie

The dust has settled on the canyon floor;

I don't go looking for the law no more;

My horse is tired and my boots are worn;

Just another ghost since the day

I was born;

The sun goes down on a dying breed;

More than a restless heart could need;

Out here the silence is a heavy weight;

Just me and the stars and a hand of faith;

The sun goes down on a dying breeze;

It's a lonely life that

I chose to lead;

I kept my secrets in a leather bag;

Riding past a brush and a mountain crack;

The water's low and the trail is long;

And the wind is humming a mournful song;

The sun goes down on a dying breeze;

More than the rest this song could mean;

Out here the silence is a heavy weight;

Just me and the stars in a hand of fate;

The sun goes down on a dying grave;

It's a lonely life that chose to leave;

Maybe I'll find where the purple sage grows;

Far from the places that the hangman knows;

I'm tired of running from the things

I've done;

Under the gaze of a setting sun;

The sun goes down;

On a dying breeze;

More than a restless heart could need;

Out here the silence is a heavy weight;

Just me, yellow stars and a hand to fade;

The sun goes down on a dying breeze;

It's a lonely life that

I chose to lead;

Just a lonely life;

Let the tall grass hide my tracks;

One last ride;