Old Maid’s Draw

Up the Old Maid's Draw where the grass is green
The wolves a little mean and the arrowleaf's tall
Where the meadowlarks sing to the cows bellowing
And the rhubarb grows out of rocks

I've gathered all day, pushing pairs up this draw
Through the hawthorn trees, I send a yip and a howl
I've gathered all day, pushing pairs up this draw
Through the hawthorn trees, I send a yip and a howl

Up the Old Maid's Draw where the grass is green
The wolves a little mean and the arrowleaf's tall
Where the meadowlarks sing to the cows bеllowing
And the rhubarb grows out of rocks

I've gatherеd all day, pushing pairs up this draw
The cows made sure, I've seen views from both knobs
I've gathered all day, pushing pairs up this draw
The cows made sure, I've seen views from both knobs