To Grass & Water

Moving cattle

To Grass 'n Water

The dawn was breaking,
Lighting up a cloudless sky.
All things are waking.
One more day the tanks are dry.

Seems like forever,
Since this land's seen any rain.
Cows seek the river,
Though their efforts are in vain.

Rivers a trickle,
Slow moving and mostly mud.
Land's in a "pickle",
Water our life giving blood.

Round up our cattle,
Drive'em to the loading pen.
The chute's a battle,
Truckin' them to Wyomin'

We've got acres there,
Grass and water aplenty.
Texas, left a prayer
Come back in twenty-twenty.