Ode To The Southwest

I was walkin’ along the First Water Trail
When I heard the scurry of a covey of quail.
They were flappin’ their wings and doin’ their best
To lure me away from their young and their nest.

If you wander very far in this grand country
A covey of quail is only one sight you’ll see.
For the country I’m describin’ is the great Southwest
Where scenes and sightin’s are among the best.

You might see a cowboy on his old cayuse
Or the steer he’s herdin’ tryin’ to break itself loose,
Or a lonesome coyote in search of prey
More likely at night than durin’ the day.

You’ll see a saguaro reachin’ up to the sky
As if it was askin’ some rain to come by.
A look at the desert right after some rain
Will show a carpet of flowers over the whole terrain,
And a look at the sky as the sun’s goin’ down
Will show you a sunset that’s second to none.

Travel the world over and observe all the scenes
Before returnin’ to a land that’s serene
And find what you’ve been seekin’durin’ your quest
Is the beautiful country of the great Southwest.