Tired

Better take some extra blankets

Going out past sixty

They say the wind is cold

Comin' in off the shell

Better take some extra flour

Take some extra biscuits

Take another bedroll

And a few more shotgun shells

Don't you ever get tired of herding up those cattle

From low to high and high to low

And always changing ground

Don't you ever get tired of setting in that saddle

Starin' at that Western sky watching the sun go down

They say the blacktop's tore up

Right up through Topeka

They're pulling people over

And the trucks are moving slow

I got a friend out back

He knows a couple side roads

The troopers stay out of there

And the weigh stations are closed

Don't you ever get tired of herding up those cattle

From low to high and high to low

And always changing ground

Don't you ever get tired of setting in that saddle

Starin' at that Western sky watching the sun go down

They found old Ray McGuire last week up on Jimmy Ridge

He was wrapped up like a mummy

Frozen colder than a stone

They said they found his herd

He had them fenced and hitched

He had several different breeds

And the brands weren't all his own

Don't you ever get tired of herding up those cattle

From low to high and high to low

And always changing ground

Don't you ever get tired of setting in that saddle

Starin' at that Western sky watching the sun go down