Every once in a while there’s an hour or so And you sit on the far side of the rise from camp And keep an eye on the sleeping cattle down below A darkness that could cover all but seems to want to make friends With your lamp doesn’t want to go But it’s a regular dance in a small town hall with a scratchy violin And down ‘round New Mexico there’s another late night lamp With another enchanting glow The moon didn’t want to go either but he has prairie to cover And he knew the sun would get there soon enough And ruin his lesser show and chase him off anyway The sounds of the cook stove and coffee pot start talking Behind your back Pickup tires crossing the cattle guard Sand in your teeth and grounds in the coffee The sun saddles up We’ll watch him go too And me and my lamp will see another show