I ride a little old paint horse she carries me on my way She sure a foot in sturdy wild is the rain All the cattle they are lowing as I'm singing them to sleep And the stars are like a blanket God hung over me My love is like an oak tree she's strong and tall And she holds me in her branches when I can't stand at all And I love her like a Prairiefield like I can't see the end And I'd walk on forever I'd walk until I'm dead Those mountain dogs they are calling me from on high They're looking for a kill and there's violence on the rise They lo me to sleep like my mama sitting by my bed when I was Maybe 5 years old Storms in my head I ride a little old paint horse she carries me on my way She sure a foot in sturdy wild is the rain All the cattle they are lowing as I'm singing them to sleep And the stars are like a blanket God hung over me