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 darlin
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