When it's night time in Nevada, I'm dreaming of the old days on the prairies with you.Or I'll miss you when the campfires are gleaming, and I wonder if she'll miss me too.I can see the great divide and the trails I used to ride, the only bit of heaven I knew.When it's night time in Nevada, I'm dreaming of the old days on the prairies with you.When the golden sun is slowly sinking down behind that silver golden west,and of years we'd had, I'm always thinking, just fashioning out a dream I love the best.I'm in Nevada, I'm dreaming of the old days on the prairies with you.
