Palomino, My Amigo

Lay your weary head down
Palomino close your eyes
And every little Mustang
‘neath the blue Nevada skies
When the morning comes
You’ll ride that prairie hard and dry
Palomino, my amigo ‘til the day I die

I see you every morning out my window
Headed down the mountain through the sage
And though you’ll wander every way the wind blows
When the day is done you’ll come my way

All day long you range out on the mountain
Playing with the herd out in the sun
The silly things you do — Pal, if I were you
I’d be played out when the day is done

Lay your weary head down
Palomino close your eyes
And every little Mustang
‘neath the blue Nevada skies
When the morning comes
You’ll ride that prairie hard and dry
Palomino, my amigo ‘til the day I die

No one knows just where you’re going
When the desert wind starts blowin’
Out among the hills I see
A trail that guides you home to me

I see you every evening right at sundown
Worn out from your day out on the plain
I see you’re moving slow — But you have some place to go
So come on home to your home here on the range

Lay your weary head down
Palomino close your eyes
And every little Mustang
‘neath the blue Nevada skies
When the morning comes
You’ll ride that prairie hard and dry
Palomino, my amigo ‘til the day I die

©1999 Blue Piggie Music, BMI
Markleeville Music, BMI