Chant of the night songs; (Don Edwards)
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(C) When days work is over and (Dm7) supper times gone
I'll (G7) tell you a story of the (C) night riders song
That (F) long lonesome (G) whistle and (C) tunes with no (Am) words
The (F) chat of the night (G7) songs we sang round the (C) herd
Cattle on the bed ground and I hope that they'll stay
Till we're back on the trail at the breakin of day
But until dawn I hope that they'll sleep
Rest easy weary cattle to the cowboys melody
My trusty little night horse he's gentle and smart
He's heard my songs so much he knows em by heart
The creak of the saddle a loose bridle rein
His hooves keepin time to poor Liza Jane
Got to keep the herd settled don't want no stampede
Two thousand runnin steers is what I don't need
Cause lightning and longhorns ain't no kind of game
It's sure hell for leather thru the thunder and rain
What keeps the herd from runnin stampedin far and wide
The night riders moan and the texas lullaby
In all kinds of weather the lonely night thru
The chant of the night songs the night riders blues
Now the days of the range ridin cowboy are gone
The lonely night rider has sung his last song
That long lonesome whistle and tunes with no words
The chant of the night songs no more to be heard
