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ROD TAYLOR - RIDIN' DOWN THE CANYON
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The song lyrics on this page are from the CD issued at Philmont,
and sold by the “
Tooth of Time Traders”.

The lyrics are: “As-sung on the CD’s”.

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Project PhilSongs 2003 - 2015


Ridin' Down the Canyon, Version 2.3


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Rod Taylor - Ridin' Down the Canyon     1990

(Originally released as a Cassette tape, now re-released as a CD)



















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(1)        THE REAL WEST                                Tish Hinojosa

It's the way of life in the real west
'neath the prairie moon that's heaven blessed
and a tall boot shuffle on a wooden floor.
It's a clean white shirt on a Saturday night
and a long cold beer that's pure delight
and if you've heard me say it, there's a whole lot more

* CHORUS *
It's the way of life in the real west
I know a city girl who's gonna confess
To be a cowboy's angel, and I know what for.
It's the way of life in the real west
Where your time is yours when the sun sets
And the stars rise up light the western sky

Laredo up north to Cimarron
If I'm lost you know I've gone
Where the spurs that jingle, are the workin' kind.
It's the way of life in the real west
If I have my way, I guess
I'll ride and rope and wrangle ‘til the day I die.

* CHORUS *
And the stars rise up light the western sky.



(2)        ME and MY UNCLE                                John Phillips

Em
Me and my Uncle went ridin' down
G              Em
From Colorado, West Texas bound,

We stopped off, in Santa Fe,
G                       Am
It bein' part, just about half way
C              D                      Em
And besides it was the hottest part of the day.

We led our ponies into a stall,
Went to the bar boys, bought drinks for all,
Ten days in saddle, you know my body hurt,
It bein' summertime, took off my shirt,
And I tried to wash off some of that dust and dirt.

West Texas cowboys, all over town,
With gold and silver, they’s loaded down,
Just in from roundup, don’t seem a shame,
And so my Uncle starts a friendly game
High-Low Jacks and the winner takes the game.

Right from the first Uncle start to win,
West Texas cowboys, they's mad as sin,
Some say he's cheatin', but that can't be,
Cause my Uncle, 'bout as honest as me.
I was honest as a Cimarron boy can be.

One of them cowboys, he starts to draw,
I grabbed a bottle, cracked him on the jaw,
I shot another, he won't grow old,
And in the confusion, Uncle grabs the gold,
And we high-tail it down to Mexico.

Well God Bless cowboys and God bless gold,
God bless my Uncle, God rest his soul,
He taught me well boys, taught me all I know,
Taught me so well, that I grabbed that gold,
And I left my Uncle lying dead by the side of the road.



(3)        THE OLD DOUBLE DIAMOND                Gary McMahon

The old Double Diamond, lay (Am) out east of Dubois
In the land (F) …of the (G) buffalo
The (C) auctioneers gavel, how it rapped and it (Am) rattled
As I watched the old (F) Double Diamond (G) go

Won't you (C) listen to the (Am) wind blow
Mother natures (F) Vio (G) lin

When (C) I first signed on, to (Am) the old Double Diamond
Was a damn poor (F) excuse for a (G) man
(C) And learned how to aim, my spirit (Am) was tamed
Couldn't see all (F) the cards in my (G) hand

And the (C) wind whipped the granite (Am) above me
Blew the tumble weeds (F) clean through my (G) soul

(C) I've fought her winters and I've (Am) busted some hosses
And I took more (F) than I thought I could (G) stand
But (C) the battle with mountains and (Am) cattle
Can bring out (F) the best of a (G) man

Now (C) a sailor, he needs his (Am) ocean
And a mama (F) needs baby to (G) hold
But (C) I need the hills of (Am) Wyoming
In the land (F) ... of the (G) buffalo

Now (C) she’s sellin’ out, and (Am) I'm movin’ on
But I'm leavin’ (F) with more than I (G) came
(C) I've got this saddle and it ain't for (Am) sale
And I've got a new (F) song to (G) sing

Got (C) to find new range to ride and (Am) new knots to tie
In a country (F) where cowboys are (G) king
I turn (C) my tail to the (Am) old Double Diamond
Ride on down (F) to the (G) sea … (C)



(4)        SWEET WYOMING HOME                        Bill Stains

There's a silence on the prairie
A man can't help but feel;
Shadows growing longer now,
Nipping at my heels.
I know that soon that old four-lane
Runs beneath my wheels
Will take me home to my sweet Wyoming home.

Headed down the road last summer
With a few old friends of mine.
They all hit the money,
Lord, I didn't make a dime.
Entrance fees they took my dough,
Travelin' took my time,
I'm goin’ home to my sweet Wyoming home.

* CHORUS *
Watch the moon shinin' in the sky
Hum a tune, prairie lullaby.
Peaceful wind, old coyote's cry
Song of home, my sweet Wyoming home.

* BRIDGE *
Rounders they all wish you luck
When they know you're in a jam.
Money's ridin' on that bronk,
But he don't give a damn.
There's a show in all the cities,
She's turned your heart to clay;
Well it takes all that man can muster
To try and get away.
The songs I'm used to hearin'
Ain't the kind that jukebox plays,
I'm goin' home to my sweet Wyoming home.

Well, I've always loved the ridin',
There ain't nothin' quite the same,
And another year may bring me luck
Of winning of the game.
There's a magpie on the fence rail,
He's callin' out my name,
I'm goin' home to my sweet Wyoming home.

* CHORUS *
It's a song of home, sweet Wyoming home.



(5)        WHAT REALLY MATTERS                          Rod Taylor

Oh little darlin', know that you love me
and you know I love you too
Meaning it truly, when I tell you
always wanting you.

Oh little darlin', I hate to say it
sometimes we fuss and fight.
I know that it ain't right
to treat my best friend
like she is guilty,
when it's me most every time.

* CHORUS *  
(next two verses)
I know that sometimes in this crazy world
There are so many things to bring you down
and money to buy the comforts
is so very hard to come by.

It doesn't matter, what really matters,
is that you'll always be by my side.
Oh little darlin', I love you darlin'
always you'll be mine.

* CHORUS *

Oh little darlin', I love you darlin'
always you'll be mine.



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Rod is a "Professional bovine management and relocation specialist."
He certainly knows his horses too!
(I just happened to be at the Beaubien corral when he showed up to recommend treatment for an injured horse to the Camp Staff wranglers)
Since 1983, Rod Taylor has worked as a cowboy for the Philmont Scout Ranch in Cimarron, NM, where he takes care of 800 head of
livestock. Rod has played music for over 25 years and has released 5 CD albums: (1)
‘A Philmont Collection’,
(2) ‘Ridin' Down the Canyon’, (3) ‘Live From the Tooth - Philsongs II’, (4) ‘The Rifters’ and (5) ‘Here, There, or Anywhere’ and he is
also featured on the Tobasco Donkeys
‘The Yarn Sessions’ CD.

Rod has performed in Alpine, Elko, the Cowboy Hall of Fame, and many of the other gatherings around the country. Rod has always
joined in on Philmont’s “Camp Fires” whenever he can.

Rod is the only full time BSA Staff employee with the job title of ‘Cowboy’.

Rod Taylor is originally from Lubbock, Texas, where he studied agriculture science at Texas Tech.
He has worked at the C Bar ranch near Slaton, Texas, the Vermejo Park Ranch and the TO Ranch in Raton, New Mexico, the UU Bar
Ranch  or -
UU - (This would be Waite's son, Elliot 'Chope' Phillips own ranch, outside of Cimarron, NM, (but in 2007 it was sold to
Bob Funk, it is now called the
Express UU Bar Ranch)) and Rod also worked the Little Horn Ranch near Wyola, Montana.

Who better than Rod Taylor to record these songs which have been sung around Philmont Campfires for years? For over two
decades, first as a camper, then as a summer staff member, and now as a ranch cowboy, Rod has ridden Philmont’s trails on
horseback helping take care of the Ranch's cattle, horses, burros and buffalo. Over the years, Rod Taylor has spent countless
summer evenings at Beaubien and many of the other Staffed Camps with guitar in hand, sharing with campers and staff not only
his voice, but his insight into the ways of Philmont’s mountains, valleys and canyons, as well.

Rod Taylor has also appeared in numerous videos, commercials, a television series, and a feature film.
He is active in the Maverick Club, which presents rodeos and roping to benefit charity.

Quotes from the link below: (With some slight editing for clarity)
When Martin Scorsese began shooting the movie version of Max Evans' book, "The Hi Lo Country," around Santa Fe in 1998, they
needed a band to play in one of the scenes that erupts in a fight. In the middle of it all will be Rod Taylor and "The Rounders".

He's appeared in a Public Television documentary on the St. James Hotel in Cimarron and has done several television
commercials.

"I did a Toyota commercial, which was a hoot," he drawls. "How I ever ended up with that deal, I have no idea. But by golly it was a lot
of fun, and they were all nice folks, and it sure paid better than cowboy wages."

Taylor has also appeared on the television series "
The Lazarus Man".
"I had some lines. I had a scene actually with Robert Urich and the leading lady," he says. "That was pretty exciting."

Read more about Rod!
Philmont Hand Finds Horizons Expanding In Many Directions:
 www.livestockweekly.com/papers/97/10/23/whltaylor.asp  

Hi-Lo Country Movie Premieres In The Land Of Story's Birth:  www.livestockweekly.com/papers/99/01/14/whlbowser.asp


There is a biography of Rod Taylor on rodtaylormusic.net/biography.html Listen to some short clips & buy his CDs



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(6)        OLE WILL                                                  John Abbott / Rod Taylor

Do you see that old cowboy alone at the bar
with sad eyes and a wrinkled up face
was a time, sir when he was the life of the crowd, sir
they gave him the run of the place
But life has done worked cruel wrath with him
she's shunned him, and set him apart
now every thing’s gone
and he's riding alone
and the tears, they are in his heart
For the good ol' days
when he's riding haze
never a worry or care
when he'd take ten or twenty
and say that's a plenty
and headed for the ladies so fair
Ole Will is his name, he was best at the game
taming the wild ones for years
now his legs are all shot and he rambles a lot
as he swallows for his whiskeys and beers
Ole Will is my dad, sir
and b'for you might add, sir
why I allow him a life like this one
it's because of the heartbreak
you know it would cause, sir
if I told him his life was done
for he talks to the cowboys as they come and go
in his heart, he's a part of it still
and his dreams would all shatter
and life wouldn't matter
if he knew, he was over the hill
but his legs are all shot and he rambles a lot
as he swallows for his whiskeys and beers
bless his old heart; he's a part of it still
as he dreams back over the years

bless his old heart; he's a part of it still
as he dreams back over the years


(7)        MILK COW BLUES                                Kokomo Arnold

Well, I woke up this morning
And looked out the door
I can tell that old milk cow
I can tell the way she lowed

Well, if you've seen my milk cow
Please drive her on home
I ain't had no milk an’ butter
Since that good cow's been gone

Well, I tried to treat you right
Day by day
Get out your little prayer book
Get down on your knees and pray
‘Cause you gonna need my lovin’
Need it someday
And you’ll be sorry
For treating me this way

Sail on, sail on, sail on little girl sail on,
Sail on, sail on, sail on little girl sail on,
Gotta’ keep right on sailin’ till you lose your happy home
Well good evening, don't that sun look good going down?
Say good evening, don't that sun look good going down?
----Well, don't that old moon (?) look so lonesome----
When your lover ain’t around

Well, I tried everything baby to get along with you
I'm gonna tell you what I'm going do
I'm gonna stop all my grieving, honey,
gonna leave you alone
If you don't think I'm leaving,
you can count the days I'm gone

‘Cause you gonna need my lovin’
Need it someday
And you’ll be sorry
For treating me this way

.                                   …Roots of this song:
.                             Originally recorded as Milk Cow Blues Boogie in the 1930s by Kokomo Arnold, and adapted by Robert Johnson
.                             as Milk Cow Calf's Blues. Elvis's version was recorded as a single in January 1955 as part of The Sun Sessions.
.                             It has also been recorded by Bob Wills, Eddie Cochran, numerous others, as well as our very own... Rod Taylor.



(8)        NIGHT RIDERS LAMENT                        Mike Burton

While I was out a-riding
The graveyard shift, midnight ‘til dawn
The moon was as bright as a readin’ light
For a letter from an old friend back home.

He tells me last night I run onto Jenny
She's married and has a good life
Boy you sure missed the track
When you never came back
She's a perfect professional's wife.

* CHORUS *        
variation # 1
She asked me, "Why does he ride for his money,
Tell me why does he rope for short pay?"
"He ain't getting nowhere and he’s losing his share.
How he must have gone crazy out there."

Well, I read up the last of my letter
Tore off the stamp for ‘Black Jim’
Billy rode up to relieve me
Just looked at my letter and grinned.

* CHORUS *        
variation # 2
He asked me, "Why do they ride for their money,
Tell me why do they rope for short pay?"
"They ain't getting nowhere and they’re losing their share.
How they must have gone crazy out there."

But they've never seen the Northern Lights
Never seen a hawk on the wing
Never seen spring hit the Great Divide
Now, they've never heard old camp cookie sing.

But they've never seen the Northern Lights
Never seen a hawk on the wing
Never seen spring hit the Great Divide
Now, they've never heard old camp cookie sing.



(9)        BORDER AFFAIR                                Badger Clark

Spanish is the lovin' tongue,
Soft as music, light as spray.
'Twas a girl I learned it from,
Livin' down Sonora way.
I don't look much like a lover,
Yet I say her love words over
Often when I'm all alone -
"Mi amor, mi corazon."

Nights when she knew where I'd ride
She would listen for my spurs,
Fling the big door open wide,
Raise them laughin' eyes of hers
And my heart would nigh stop beatin'
When I heard her tender greetin',
Whispered soft for me alone
"Mi amor! Mi corazon!"

Moonlight in the patio,
Old Senora noddin' near,
Me and Juana talkin' low
So the Madre couldn't hear -
How those hours would go a-flyin'
And too soon I'd hear her sighin'
In her little sorry tone -
"Adios, mi corazon."

But one time I had to fly
For a foolish gamblin' fight,
And we said a swift goodbye
In that black, unlucky night.
When I'd loosed her arms from clingin'
With her words the hoofs kept ringin'
As I galloped north alone -
"Adios, mi corazon!"

Never seen her since that night,
I can't cross the Line, you know.
She was Mex and I was white;
Like as not it's better so.
Yet I've always sort of missed her
Since that last wild night I kissed her,
Left her heart, lost my own -
"Adios, mi corazon!"
Left her heart, lost my own -
"Mi amor! Mi corazon!"


(10)        RIDIN’ DOWN the CANYON                Gene Autry / Smiley Burnett
.                                                                                                (for Miss Lillian and Woody Crumbo)

When evening chores are over, at our ranch house on the plain
And all I've got to do is lay around
I saddle up my pony and go ridin’ down the trail
To watch the evenin' sun go down

Ridin' down the canyon to watch the sun go down
A picture that no artist 'ere could paint
White-faced cattle lowing, on the mountainside
I hear a coyote calling for its mate

Cactus plants are bloomin', sagebrush everywhere
Granite spires are standin' all around
I'll tell you folks it's heaven to be ridin' down the trail
When the evenin' sun goes down

Cactus plants are bloomin' sagebrush everywhere
Granite spires are standin' all around
I'll tell you folks it's heaven to be ridin' down the trail
When the evenin' sun goes down
To watch the evenin' sun go down


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ROD TAYLOR
RIDIN' DOWN THE CANYON
Rod Taylor - Ridin' Down the Canyon -- CD cover
According to Rod Taylor and Andy Gerhart,
it is properly sung as: ‘camp cookie’.
However, on the “Ridin' Down the Canyon
tape, it definitely still sounds like
'Kankakee' to me. (My Home town)
Pronounced:
can ka (as in 'cup') key
or sometimes as: kank-a-key.
It is the name of a County, Town, and a
River in N-E Illinois.
But as always, sing it as you wish.
Added more details to
Rod's biography
(1)
(2)
(3)
(4)
(5)
(6)
(7)
(8)
(9)
(10)
THE REAL WEST
ME and MY UNCLE
THE OLD DOUBLE DIAMOND
SWEET WYOMING HOME
WHAT REALLY MATTERS
OLE WILL
MILK COW BLUES
NIGHT RIDERS LAMENT
BORDER AFFAIR
RIDIN’ DOWN the CANYON
Tish Hinojosa
John Phillips
Gary McMahon
Bill Stains
Rod Taylor
John Abbott /  Rod Taylor
Kokomo Arnold
Mike Burton
Badger Clark
Gene Autry / Smiley Burnett
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