Fred Eaglesmith - Tired lyrics

Better take some extra blankets Going out past sixty They say the wind is cold Comin' in off the shell Better take some extra flour Take some extra biscuits Take another bedroll And a few more shotgun shells Don't you ever get tired of herding up those cattle From low to high and high to low And always changing ground Don't you ever get tired of setting in that saddle Starin' at that Western sky watching the sun go down They say the blacktop's tore up Right up through Topeka They're pulling people over And the trucks are moving slow I got a friend out back He knows a couple side roads The troopers stay out of there And the weigh stations are closed Don't you ever get tired of herding up those cattle From low to high and high to low And always changing ground Don't you ever get tired of setting in that saddle Starin' at that Western sky watching the sun go down They found old Ray McGuire last week up on Jimmy Ridge He was wrapped up like a mummy Frozen colder than a stone They said they found his herd He had them fenced and hitched He had several different breeds And the brands weren't all his own Don't you ever get tired of herding up those cattle From low to high and high to low And always changing ground Don't you ever get tired of setting in that saddle Starin' at that Western sky watching the sun go down