Bruneau Canyon - Moccasin Creek, Brenn Hill

I spent a night in the bunkhouse

Down on Sheep Creek at Simplot #2

Those black rock cliffs were all around us

And the sky was a starry midnight blue

Woke with the sunrise in the mornin'

Desert sparrows singin' through the brush

I saddled Jasper in the lantern light

And prayed I would make a hand that he could trust

In Bruneau Canyon

Springtime brandin'

Lonesome as the windy ‘Wyhee plains

North of Elko

Southeast Idaho

The cold gray sky that never rains

I thank God some things never change

Ten thousand acres to a pasture

We gathered heifers until noon

With their babies a bawlin' ‘long beside them

They’d feel the brandin' iron soon

Owyhee Mountains on the skyline

Horse sweat and leather on the wind

Lone buckaroos driftin' through the sagebrush

I prayed the day would never end

We branded through the afternoon

Ate lunch out on the dusty desert ground

Then me and Elvin trailed some old dry heifers

Back to the old Sheep Creek corrals

I loaded Jasper in the Sooner

And bid my new found pardners Adios

And I think about them to this day

But it’s the deep, dark Bruneau Canyon I miss most