Cowboy’s Dream

Last night as I lay on the prairie,
And looked at the stars in the sky,
And I wondered if ever a cowboy
Could drift to that sweet by and by.

Roll on, roll on,
Roll on, little dogies, roll on, roll on.
Roll on, roll on,
Roll on, little dogies, roll on.

The road to that bright happy region
Is a dim narrow trail, so they say ;
But the broad one that leads to perdition
Is posted and blazed all the way.

Roll on, roll on,
Roll on, little dogies, roll on, roll on.
Roll on, roll on,
Roll on, little dogies, roll on.

They say there will be a great roundup,
And cowboys like dogies will stand,
To be cut by the riders of Judgment,
Who are posted and know every brand.

Roll on, roll on,
Roll on, little dogies, roll on, roll on.
Roll on, roll on,
Roll on, little dogies, roll on.

I wonder if ever a cowboy
Stood ready for that Judgment Day,
And could say to the boss of the riders,
I’m ready — come drive me away.

Roll on, roll on,
Roll on, little dogies, roll on, roll on.
Roll on, roll on,
Roll on, little dogies, roll on.