When it ' s midnight on the prairie

And the moon is sailing high

You can hear the doggies callin '

As the stars light up the sky

And all the old-time cowboy stories are livin ' on tonight

Til the shinin ' stars are faded in the early morning light

Fire burnin ´ bright on the range ´ neath the silver moon

Where a cowboy and his guitar sing

A lonely prairie tune

Though he finds it hard to choose between

The whiskey and the words

Smilin ´ down upon him shines

A silver prairie moon

Soon the embers will be dyin '

All the stories will be told

And the songs they all remember now

Just don ' t seem to grow old

Til the evening chill reminds

Must be time to say good night

And the risin ' sun will wake him in the early mornin ' light

Fire burnin ´ bright on the range ´ neath the silver moon

Where a cowboy and his guitar sing

A lonely prairie tune

Though he finds it hard to choose between

The whiskey and the words

Smilin ´ down upon him shines

A silver prairie moon

Smilin ´ down upon him shines

A silver prairie moon