© words & music by Annie Wilson
from CD Sky & Water, Wind & Grass

Album Note:  This song attempts to explain the many daily challenges faced by the Flint Hills cowboy.  Told through the sweet dream of a napping “drover,” it describes a world where none of these problems exist—until he wakes up!

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It’s late in the morning and the drover, he thinks 
There’s a shade ‘neath that Cottonwood tree 
Think I’ll get off my horse and catch a few winks 
And my pony can rest in the breeze 

He’d been ridin for hours and the drover he knew 
When his mind took him down that sweet trail 
There’d be pastures a’plenty where his troubles were few 
And his cowboyin’ never would fail 

       The drover he dreams in the color of green 
       As he rides through the belly-deep grass 
       Where baby calves play in the sweet-smellin sage 
       And his fortune and luck always last 

In his dreams, weeds are short and the grasses are tall 
And the ponds and the creeks all stay full 
The cattle are healthy and fat in the fall 
And he won’t have to mess with a bull 

The truck’s never late so he won’t have to wait 
In the pens with the flies and the dust 
His cinches stay tight and he’s home before night 
And his horse trailer’s not full of rust 


The wind doesn’t switch when he’s burnin his grass 
And the water-gaps never wash out 
All the fences stay tight and the lightnin won’t strike 
And there’s no such a thing as a drought 

There’s never sick critters, and there ain’t no outlaws 
And the gatherin pen’s cool and shady 
And his mare keeps her footin and won’t trip and fall 
And she always behaves like a lady 


Then he wakes and of course things are fine til his horse  
Throws a shoe on the way to his truck 
Where he’s got two flat tires but only one spare – 
Guess his dreams used up all his good luck!