Ballad of a Ranch Hand

I was working as a ranch hand late in July
Sweating beneath the Kentucky Sky
And I slaved away for a dollar a day
But never, not once did I complain about pay
All I really wanted was to come back home to you

I wish you could've seen the southern night sky
The way the stars dance as they're passing on by
And I would join them with a move of my own
And picture that I was right back at home
With you, as we danced our way all through the night

Covered in mud and drenched to the bone
I sleep in the stables alongside the foals
And my pillow is my arm and my bed is made of hay
I lay here to rest at the end of the day
But soon, i'll be home and i'll lay right next to you



Credits
Writer(s): Chris O'mahony
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