Duke the Yaller dog comes to the kitchen door and whines, Delmonico opens it and lets him in, they are the only ones awake at the ranch and Delmonico is cookin' up a storm. Out in the yard a sleigh lands, being pulled by 8 pronghorn antelope and behind it is 2 large freight wagons being pulled by 8 Bison each, the wagons are loaded with coal which is unloaded by a bunch of elves into the old dugout.
Delmonico and duke don't hear them, they are takin' a break and fryin' some steaks for a late supper. As the steaks get done Delmonico gets out the phony-graph and puts on that Christmas song and Duke chimes in.
I was in the arroyo, gathering strays, ya see cowboys and cattle don't get holidays.
I would have been finished except for on little guy, who kept leading me farther away.
Up on the mesa and through a ravine, past the Indian ruins and a muddy red stream.
I stopped for a moment cause I was bone tired and I guess that I started to dream.
I saw three painted horses, three dark skinned men, masks made of clay and voices like wind.
We seek the soul of all that is good, we come bearing gifts of corn, water and wood.
Stop and behold, all that is good, give thanks for the corn, water and wood.
Now I'm an ol' trail hand and all that I belive is yer boots and your saddle are all that you leave.
No miracles happen, no angels appear, yet there were three men standing there.
I shook myself over, had I been asleep, that's three Pueblo children, tending their sheep.
And they yelled Merry Christmas as the brought me my stray,
and their voices rang through the mesquite.
We seek the soul of all that is good, we come bearing gifts of corn, water and wood.
Stop and behold, all that is good, give thanks for the corn, water and wood.
We seek the soul of all that is good, we come bearing gifts of corn, water and wood.
Stop and behold, all that is good, give thanks for the corn, water and wood.
Merry Christmas from all the gang at The Ranch With No Name.