Lyrics:
When Abilene was young and gayAnd thunder storms filled up the daysThe cattle roam outside the townSleeping in the midday sunSleeping in the midday sunSleeping in the midday sunSleeping in the midday sunThen tracks were laid across the plainBy broken old men in torrid rainThe towns grew up and the people were stillSleeping in the midday sunSleeping in the midday sunSleeping in the midday sunSleeping in the midday sunWe all joined in and we all joined handsWe all joined in to help run this landThen the soldiers came, long, long agoRode through the townAnd mowed down thoseSleeping in the midday sunSleeping in the midday sunSleeping in the midday sunSleeping in the midday sunGold came and went, quickly spentAnd the people broke down and often drownedFrom the wealth and the pain of old AbileneSleeping in the midday sunSleeping in the midday sunSleeping in the midday sunSleeping in the midday sunSleeping in the midday sunSleeping in the midday sunSleeping in the midday sunSleeping in the midday sun