DROVER'S DREAM - Song Page
© 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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LYRICS:
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
CHORUS
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
CHORUS
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!