| When Abilene was young and gay | 
| And thunder storms filled up the day | 
| The cattle roamed outside the town | 
| Sleeping in the midday sun | 
| Sleeping in the midday sun | 
| Sleeping in the midday sun | 
| Sleeping in the midday sun | 
| Then tracks were lain across the plain | 
| By broken old men in torrid rains | 
| The towns grew up, the people were still | 
| Sleeping in the midday sun | 
| Sleeping in the midday sun | 
| Sleeping in the midday sun | 
| Sleeping in the midday sun | 
| All join in and we’ll all hold hands | 
| Yes, we’ll all join in to run the land | 
| But soldiers once, long long ago | 
| Rode through the town, rode down those | 
| Sleeping in the midday sun | 
| Sleeping in the midday sun | 
| Sleeping in the midday sun | 
| Sleeping in the midday sun | 
| Gold came and went, quickly spent | 
| The people broke down and often drowned | 
| From wealth and the pain of old Abilene | 
| They were sleeping in the midday sun | 
| Sleeping in the midday sun | 
| Sleeping in the midday sun | 
| Sleeping in the midday sun | 
| Sleeping in the midday sun | 
| Sleeping in the midday sun | 
| Sleeping in the midday sun | 
| Sleeping in the midday sun |