Rock me to sleep in my saddle
Let me dream about the day that used to be
Just singing a song while riding along
Old Ranger under me
Rock me to sleep in my saddle
It's the place that I will always love the best
With blue skies above and trails that I love
Roping cattle way out west
I can hear the meadowlark a calling
And the sage a blooming on the hill
When the sun goes down and night's a falling
Then I'm out there riding still
Rock me to sleep in my saddle
Where the campfires burn
And happy voices blend
When dim light shall fail
We'll ride on the trail
To that home range round the bend
Rock me to sleep in my saddle
Where the campfires burn
And happy voices blend
When dim light shall fail
We'll ride on the trail
To that home range round the bend