Saddle Swing (LYRICS & MUSIC BY: Maxwell Lofland & Brad Reaves© )
SADDLE SWING SADDLE SWING
WATCHING GROWN MEN CHASING COWS
AROUND AIN'TCHA ORDINARY THING
SADDLE SWING SADDLE SWING
WORKING 'TILL CHOW BELL RINGS
BOOTS SO FULL OF ROUND UP DUST
I'M TALLER NOW THAN I WAS AT FIRST
AND SWATTIN' FLIES FROM A HORSES FACE
AIN'T MY IDEA OF A SOCIAL GRACE
JUST TWO MORE DAYS I GOTTA TAKE
WITH THESE HERE WALKING BELTS AND STEAKS
SADDLE SWING SADDLE SWING
WHEN I'M SWINGING IN THE SADDLE
HEY I'M EVERY COWGIRLS DREAM
SADDLE SWING SADDLE SWING
WITH A HOT BATH AND A CLOSE SHAVE
YOU'D CORNFUSE ME FOR A KING
SADDLE SWING SADDLE SWING
GONNA FIND MY COW GIRL QUEEN
SOON AS I GET TO TOWN
GONNA BOARD MY HOSS AND RUB HIM DOWN
BUY A SHOT OF SOMETHING KIND
BURN COOKIES' GRUB RIGHT OF MY MIND
COMING HOME TO A PLACE WHERE I AIN'T BEEN YET
COMING BACK TO A LOVE THAT I NEVER MET
SADDLE SWING SADDLE SWING
AND I KNOW MY LITTLE COWBELLE
HEY I'M HEARING HER HEART RING
I'M HEARING HER HEART RING
I'M DOING THAT SADDLE SWING
I'M DOING THAT SADDLE SWING
DOING THAT SADDLE SWING
Along the Santa Fe Trail(©Dubin-Coolidge-Bozs )
ANGELS COME TO PAINT THE DESERT NIGHTLY
WHILE THE MOON IS BEAMING BRIGHTLY
ALONG THE SANTA FE TRAIL
STARDUST SCATTERED ALL ALONG THE HIGHWAY
ON A RAINBOW COLORED SKYWAY
ALONG THE SANTA FE TRAIL
BESIDE YOU I'M RIDING EVERY HILL AND DALE
WHILE SHADOWS FIND YOU
JUST LIKE A SLEEPY PURPLE VALE THEREBY HANGS A TALE
I'VE FOUND YOU
AND THE MOUNTAINS THAT SURROUNDS YOU
ARE THE WALLS I BUILT AROUND YOU
ALONG THE SANTA FE TRAIL
Pony Express (©Maxwell Lofland )
I AM RIDING DOWN THIS TRAIL RIDING THE PONY EXPRESS
CARRYING THE U.S. MAIL THAT IS WHAT I DO THE BEST
I COULD NOT BE A FARMER
OR A DRUMMER WITH HIS WARES
I HAVE TO RIDE THOSE WIDE OPEN SPACES
I AM FLYING OVERLAND
WHILE THE WIND LAYS DUST BEHIND ME
THER IS NO CITY BRIGHT OR GRAND
WHOSE STREETS WOULD NOT HAVE CONFINED ME
I COULD NOT BE A MERCHANT OR THE BANKER IN HIS TIE
I HAVE TO SEE THOSE TOWNS FALLING BEHIND ME
I PROMISED THAT GAL
SHE WOULD READ OF MY BOLDNESS AND DARING
AND WHAT FORTUNE I'D SAVE
BE THE START OF A LIFE WE COULD SHARE
I CAN PICTURE HER EYES FULL OF SADNESS AND CARING
AS SHE KISSED ME GOODBYE
AND CUT ME A LOCK OF HER HAIR
I AM ROLLING DOWN THIS TRAIL
I RIDE THE PONY EXPRESS
AND LIKE THE KNIGHT WHO SEEKS THE GRAIL
I LIKE THE DANGER I CONFESS
I COULD NOT BE THE PREACHER
THOUGH I'VE HAD MY GLIMPSE OF HELL
AND THOUGH THE LORD RIDES BEHIND ME
I KNOW THE DEVIL CAN FIND ME
I MUST KEEP MOVING RIDING THAT PONY EXPRESS
Streets of Laredo (The Dying Cowboy) / Green grow the lilacs
AS I WALKED OUT ON THE STREETS OF LAREDO
AS I WALKED OUT IN LAREDO ONE DAY
I SPIED A YOUNG COWBOY ALL DRESSED IN WHITE LINEN
ALL DRESSED IN WHITE LINEN AND COLD AS THE CLAY
I WROTE MY LOVE LETTERS IN ROSY RED LINES
SHE SENT ME AN ANSWER ALL TWISTED IN TWINE
SAYING "KEEP YOUR LOVE LETTERS AND I WILL KEEP MINE
JUST YOU WRITE TO YOUR LOVE AND I'LL WRITE TO MINE"
SO BEAT THE DRUM SLOWLY AND PLAY THE FIFE LOWLY
PLAY THE DEATH MARCH AS THEY CARRY ME ALONG
TAKE ME TO THE GREEN VALLEY
AND LAY THE SOD O'ER ME
FOR I'M A YOUNG COWBOY AND I KNOW I'VE DONE WRONG
GREEN GROW THE LILACS ALL SPARKLING WITH DEW
I'M LONELY MY DARLING SINCE PARTING WITH YOU
BUT BY OUR NEXT MEETING I HOPED TO PROVE TRUE
AND CHANGE THE GREEN LILACS
TO THE RED, WHITE AND BLUE
I WAS SNAPPIN' OUT BRONCS FOR THE OLD FLYING U
AT FORTY A MONTH AMONGST GOOD BUCKAROOS
WHEN ONE DAY THE BOSS COMES AND SAYS "SAY MY LAD !
YOU LOOK PRETTY GOOD RIDING HOSSES THATS BAD
BUT YOU SEE I AINT GOT NO MORE OUTLAWS TO BREAK
BUT I'LL BUY YOU A TICKET, AND I'LL GIVE YOU A STAKE
AT RIDIN' THEM BADUNS, W ELL YOU AIN'T SO SLOW
YOU MIGHT DO SOME GOOD AT THE BIG RODEO !"
WHILE THEYS A PUTTIN' THAT BULL IN THE CHUTE
I'M TYING MY SPURS TO THE HEEL OF MY BOOT
I LOOKED THAT BULL OVER AND TO MY SURPRISE
THERE'S A FOOT AND A HALF IN BETWEEN HIS BIG EYES
ON TOP OF HIS SHOULDERS HE HAD A BIG HUMP
MY CINCHES WERE RIGGIN' RIGHT BACK OF THAT LUMP
I STEPPED IN HIS MIDDLE AND LET OUT A SCREAM
HE COME OUT WITH A BELLAR AND THE REST IS A DREAM
WELL HE JUMPED TO THE LEFT LANDS TO THE RIGHT
BUT I AIN'T NO GREENHORN I'M STILL SITTIN' TIGHT
THE DUST STARTS A'FOGGIN RIGHT OUT O' HIS SKIN
HE'S A'WAVIN' HIS HORNS RIGHT UNDER MY CHIN!
WITH THE SUN ON HIS METAL HE COULDN'T BE BEAT
HE'S A'SHOWIN' THE BUZZARDS THE SOLES OF HIS FEET
HE'S A'DIPPIN' SO LOW THAT MY BOOTS FILLED WITH DIRT
HE'S MAKIN' A WHIP O' THE TAIL OF MY SHIRT !
FROM UP HIGH I TURNS OVER, FROM BELOW I CAN SEE
HE'S A'PAWIN' UP DIRT JUST A'WAITIN' FER ME
I CAN PICTURE A SLAB AND PIECE OF WOOD SAYIN'
"HERE LAYS A TWISTER WHO THOUGHT HE WAS GOOD "
THEN I NOTICE THAT SOMETHIN' DON'T SEEM TO BE TRUE
THE BRAND ON HIS HIP WAS THE OLD FLYIN' U
HE CHARGED WHEN I LANDED BUT I GOT ENOUGH SENSE
TO OUTRUN THAT OL' BULL THRU A HOLE IN THE FENCE
WELL I OUTRAN THAT BULL AND I WANT YOU TO KNOW
I AIN'T GOING BACK TO NO WILD WEST SHOW
AT A'STRADDLIN' THEM BRAHMERS YOU CAN BET I'M THRU
AND IM A'SLOW FOOTIN' IT BACK TO THE OLD FLYIN' U !
Rolling Plains (©Samuel-Whitcup-Powell)
ROLLING PLAINS WHERE THE CATTLE ARE GRAZING
AND THE SUN IS A'BLAZING
BLAZING DOWN WITH IT'S BEAMS
ROLLING PLAINS WITH MY PINTO BESIDE ME
AND A LONE STAR TO GUIDE ME
DOWN THE TRAIL OF MY DREAMS
WESTERN MOON RIDIN' HIGH IN THE SKY
GET ALONG GET ALONG
TELL MY LOVE
VERY SOON I'LL BE BY HER SIDE TO RIDE AND RIDE
THESE ROLLING PLAINS
WHERE I'LL MEET FRIENDLY FACES
ON THESE WIDE OPEN SPACES
OF THESE ROLLING PLAINS
Slowpoke (©Price-Stewart-King)
YOU KEEP ME WAITING 'TILL IT'S GETTING AGGRAVATING
YOU'RE A SLOWPOKE
I WAIT AND WORRY BUT YOU NEVER SEEM TO HURRY
YOU'RE A SLOWPOKE
TIME MEANS NOTHING TO YOU I WAIT AND THEN, LATE AGAIN
EIGHT O'CLOCK, NINE O'CLOCK, QUARTER 'TILL TEN
WHY SHOULD I LINGER EVERY TIME YOU SNAP YOUR FINGER
LITTLE SLOWPOKE ?
WHY CAN'T YOU HASTEN WHEN YOU SEE THAT TIME'S 'AWASTIN '?
YOU'RE A SLOWPOKE DEAR
WHY SHOULD I KEEP TRYING TO CHANGE YOU ?
IT'S NOT THE THING TO DO
I GUESS I'LL HAVE TO BE A SLOWPOKE TOO
The Cost of Freedom (©Robinson-Lofland)
BORN TO RIDE UPON A TEXAS WIND
FREEDOM IS THE COWBOY DRIFTING 'LONG THE RIM
OR DOWN ALONG THE BRAZOS,
RICH WITH HISTORY FLOWING BY
CATTLE GRAZING PEACEFULLY, AND EAGLES IN THE SKY
HE'S A SOLITARY FIGURE, IN A PICTURE OF OUR PAST
JUST A STRONG BUT FADING MEMORY
FROM A LEGENDARY CAST
OH EVERY GOLDEN AGE FREEDOM SLIPS AWAY
EVERY GOLDEN AGE
IF FEEDOM WERE A LADY A TORCH HELD IN THE AIR
A SMILE UPON HER LIPS BREEZES BLOWING IN HER HAIR
SHE'D BE A JEALOUS LOVER NO OTHERS WOULD ABIDE
AND SCORN PURSUIT OF COMFORT, IF HONOR WERE DENIED
AND SOMETIME IN THE EVENING
A TEAR FALLS FROM HER FACE
AND WHEN THE MORNING COMES ALAS,
WE FIND SHE'S SLIPPED AWAY
OH EVERY GOLDEN AGE FREEDOM SLIPS AWAY
EVERY GOLDEN AGE
AND KNOW THAT FREEDOM IS NO BIRTHRIGHT
NOR ITS MEASURE GUARANTEED
THERE'S THE PRICE PAID BY YOUR FATHERS
AND YOUR SONS WHO'VE YET TO BLEED
AND HAVE NO DOUBT YOUR SHARE THE BURDEN
AND THE GLORY WHEN IT'S DONE
WE MUST RISE UP TO THE CHALLENGE
EVERY DAUGHTER, EVERY SON
GIVE ME MY HORSE AND SADDLE, IT'S TIME FOR ME TO RIDE
I WANT TO SEE LOTS OF STARRY NIGHTS
AND VIEW THE PRARIE WIDE
I'LL RANGER THROUGH THE CANYONS
AND LOOK ALONG THE RIM
SEARCHING FOR MY FREEDOM
IT'S A SEARCH THAT NEVER ENDS
NOW I KNOW THE COST OF FREEDOM
AND I TRAVEL LIGHT ENOUGH
FOR IT'S NOT HOW WELL YOU'RE LIVING
BUT IN WHAT YOUR GIVING UP
OH EVERY GOLDEN AGE FREEDOM SLIPS AWAY
FREEDOM GOES ASTRAY
OH EVERY GOLDEN AGE FREEDOM SLIPS AWAY
EVERY GOLDEN AGE
I NEVER KNEW WHEN ROSES GREW
OR THE SKY WERE BLUE OR GRAY
I NEVER KNEW WHEN BREEZES BLEW
WHAT A SUMMER BREEZE COULD SAY
I NEVER KNEW THAT DREAMS COME TRUE
AND TAKE YOUR HEART AWAY, OH BABY!
I NEVER KNEW WHAT LOVE COULD DO
UNTIL I SAW YOU TODAY
Sloping Song (©Maxwell Lofland)
YOU KNOW I GOTTA GO LIKE THE WINDS GOT TO BLOW
PARDON ME IF I SLOPE CHASE AN OLD ANTELOPE
I'M RIDING I'M RIDING
THERE'S A MOSSY -HORNED STEER
GOT LOST WAY NORTH OF HERE
JUST HOW FAR I CAN'T SAY BUT I'M LEAVING TODAY
I'M RIDING I'M RIDING
DON'T WANT TO CAUSE NO CONSTERNATION
BUT I'LL BE CHASING THAT CONSTELLATION
IT NEVER FAILS THE RIVERS AND TRAILS
KEEP CALLIN' MY NAME YOU KNOW I'M NOT TO BLAME
FOR RIDING JUST RIDING
CLOSE YOUR EYES AND HEAR ME SAY GOODBYE
THE FURTHER OUT THERE THE CLEARER THE AIR
HEAR IT BECKON TO ME THAT'S WHERE I GOT TO BE
I'M RIDING I'M RIDING
THERE'S A PASS UP AHEAD WHERE I'M MAKING MY BED
WITH THE STARS FOR A QUILT I'LL BE FEELING NO GUILT
FOR RIDING JUST RIDING
I CAN'T BE ROPED AND TIED FOR BRANDIN'
BE UNDERSTANDIN' I'M LOOKING FOR A SOFTER LANDING
THE FAR AWAY HILLS THE FAR AWAY THRILLS
ME AND MY OLD PAINT WE'LL BE OUT WHERE THEY AIN'T
I'M RIDING JUST RIDING
CLOSE YOUR EYES AND HEAR ME SAY GOODBYE
Em (The Calvary Mule) (©Maxwell Lofland)
OH EM WAS A CALVARY MULE
AND A BETTER ONE NEVER KICKED !
YES SHE KICKED OUR DEAR OLD SEARGENTS HEAD
AND HE DIDN'T GET UP 'TILL THE SAWBONES SAID
"BURIAL DETAIL QUICK !"
YEAH EM WAS A HECK OF A MULE !
AND AWAY ! TO THE CALVARY I'M BOUND AWAY !
OH EM WAS A CALVARY MULE
AND A BETTER ONE NEVER BIT !
YEAH SHE BIT OUR CAPTAIN'S DERRIERE
AND SHE SHOOK HIM LIKE A TERRIER
AND FOR A MONTH HE COULDN'T SIT !
YEAH EM WAS A HECK OF A MULE !
WITH HER DAINTY DISPOSITION
AND HER GENTLE SAVOIR FAIRE
YOU COULD RIDE TO ANY MISSION
AND STILL COME HOME WITH YOUR HAIR
SO RAISE YOUR GLASSES HIGH !
AND AWAY ! TO THE CALVARY I'M BOUND !
WHILE MY MOTHER'S TEARS LIE DRYING ON THE GROUND
TO THE CALVARY I'M BOUND !
OH EM WAS A CALVARY MULE
AND A BETTER ONE NEVER RAN !
WITH A QUIVER OF ARROWS IN HER BEHIND
LIKE A HALF-CRAZED JACK-EARED PORCUPINE
SHE'D CHURN THAT DESERT SAND !
YEAH EM WAS A HECK OF A MULE !
AND I CAN TELL YOU MISTER
WHEN SHE FINALLY UP AND DIED
YOU'D HAVE THOUGHT IT WAS OUR SISTER
FOR TO A MAN WE STOOD AND CRIED
SO RAISE YOUR GLASSES HIGH
AND AWAY ! TO THE CALVARY I'M BOUND
WHILE MY MOTHER'S TEARS LIE DRYING ON THE GROUND
TO THE CALVARY I'M BOUND !
Yearning( Just for you) (©Davis-Burke)
THE SONG BIRD LOVES TO SING A LOVE SONG
THE ROSES YEARN JUST FOR THE DEW
THE WHOLE WORLD'S YEARNING FOR SOME SUNSHINE
I HAVE A YEARNING TOO
YEARNING JUST FOR YOU THAT'S ALL I DO MY DEAR
YEARNING WHILE I'M BLUE I WISH THAT YOU WERE HERE
SMILES HAVE TURNED TO TEARS
DAYS HAVE TURNED TO YEARS
YEARNING JUST FOR YOU
I HOPE THAT YOU YEARN TOO
THE SONG BIRD LOVES TO SING A LOVE SONG
THE ROSES YEARN JUST FOR THE DEW
THE WHOLE WORLD'S YEARNING FOR SOME SUNSHINE
I HAVE A YEARNING TOO
YEARNING JUST FOR YOU THAT'S ALL I DO MY DEAR
YEARNING WHILE I'M BLUE I WISH THAT YOU WERE HERE
SMILES HAVE TURNED TO TEARS
DAYS HAVE TURNED TO YEARS
YEARNING JUST FOR YOU
I HOPE THAT YOU YEARN TOO
OH GIVE ME A HOSS, A GREAT BIG HOSS, GIVE ME A BUCKAROO
AND LET ME WA-HOO! WA-HOO! WAHOO!
GIVE ME A RANCH, A BIG PAIR OF PANTS, AND GIVE ME A STETSON TOO
AND LET ME WA-HOO! WA-HOO! WAHOO!
GIVE ME THOSE WIDE OPEN SPACES
FOR I'M JUST LIKE A PRAIRIE FLOWER, GROWING WILDER BY THE HOUR
OH GIVE ME A MOON, A PRARIE MOON, AND GIVE ME A GAL WHAT'S TRUE
AND LET ME WA-HOO! WA-HOO! WAHOO!
OH I NEVER COULD SING A HIGH CLASS THING, THAT'S MUSIC I NEVER KNEW
BUT I CAN WA-HOO! WA-HOO! WAHOO!
AND I NEVER DID DANCE, 'CAUSE WHEN I DANCE I RUIN THE LADY'S SHOES
THAT'S WHY I WA-HOO! WA-HOO! WAHOO!
IT'S JUST A GIFT FROM THE PRAIRIE
YOU USE IT WHEN A BAD MAN JIGS, FAIRLY GOOD FOR CALLIN' PIGS
OH I NEVER COULD SPEAK A WORD OF GREEK, I NEVER COULD BOOP-A-DO
BUT I CAN WA-HOO! WA-HOO! WAHOO!
OH WHY DID THE WILDCAT GET SO WILD HE DIDN'T KNOW WHAT TO DO
HE COULDN'T WA-HOO! WA-HOO! WAHOO!
AND WHY DID THE ZULU WARRIOR LOSE THE BATTLE OF TIMBUKTU
HE COULDN'T WA-HOO! WA-HOO! WAHOO!
THE WORLD HAS WA-HOOED FOR AGES
SOME LIKE TO WA-HOO SOFT AND LOW, OTHERS LIKE TO LET IT GO
OH WHY DID THE OLD CHIEF SITTING BULL SIT AROUND FEELING BLUE ?
HE COULDN'T WA-HOO! WA-HOO! WAHOO!
OH HOLLYWOOD'S QUEENS WHO GRACE THE SCREEN AQUIRED THE HABIT TOO
THEY WANT TO WA-HOO! WA-HOO! WAHOO!
SO PAY 'EM ALL SCALE, LET 'EM WAIL, THE WHOLE DERN ROTTEN CREW
THEY GOTTA WA-HOO! WA-HOO! WAHOO!
GIVE ME THOSE WIDE OPEN SPACES
I WANNA BE THERE WITH ALL THOSE FRAILS I WANNA RIDE THOSE HILLS AND DALES SO
LAY ME TO REST OUT IN THE WEST, BUT MAKE IT A MAE WEST VIEW
AND LET ME WA-HOO! WA-HOO! WAHOO!
OH WHAT DID MISS CLEOPATRA SAY TO ANTHONY WHEN THEY MET
SHE WHISPERED WA-HOO! WA-HOO! WAHOO!
AND WHAT DID THE ROAMIN' ROMEO SAY TO MISS JULIET
HE SAID HEY WA-HOO! WA-HOO! WAHOO!
IT STARTED WAY BACK IN EDEN
EVE WAS THE CAUSE AND THAT'S NO FIB SHE WA-HOOED ADAM FOR A RIB
WHAT DID MISS POCOHANTAS SAY THE MINUTE SHE SAW JOHN SMITH
SHE HOLLERED WA-HOO! WA-HOO! WAHOO!
When I rode with Roy (©Maxwell Lofland)
THE YEARS OF MY TIME PASS SO QUICKLY
BUT CLEARLY I STILL SEE WITH JOY
THE HOURS AND THE DAYS OF MY CHILDHOOD
WAY BACK WHEN I RODE WITH ROY
THERE'S HARDLY A MAN-JACK AMONG YOU
WHO CAN'T FEEL THE WIND IN HIS HAIR
OR REMEMBER THE THRILL OF THE HORSE CHASE
WHEN YOUR GOOD PAL ROY ROGERS WAS THERE
THE WAY THAT THE BAD GUYS WOULD TUMBLE
THE WAY THAT HE TREATED US ALL
IF WE COULD BUT STAND UP LIKE HE DID
AGAIN WE'D BE PROUD TO WALK TALL
NOW BOYS LISTEN CLOSELY I TELL YOU
AND TELL ALL THE GOOD BOYS AND GIRLS
ABOUT ROY AND THE THINGS THAT HE TAUGHT US
SO GOOD CAN LIVE ON IN THIS WORLD
WITH HIS SONG IN MY HEART NOW I LEAVE YOU
THE MAN WHO NOW LIVES WITH THE BOY
AND I STILL SEE THAT TRAIL IN MY MEMORY
WAY BACK WHEN I RODE WITH ROY
WAGON TRAINS A'WINDIN' 'CROSS THE PRAIRIE
ROLLING ONWARD THROUGH THE STORM AND GALE
TOWARDS THE LAND OF DREAMS TRUDGE THE OLD OX TEAMS
DOWN THE OREGON TRAIL
THROUGH THE NIGHT THE LORD IS IN THE SADDLE
RIDING HERD BENEATH THE MOON SO PALE
WATCHING O'ER EACH STRAY 'TILL THE BREAK OF DAY
DOWN THE OREGON TRAIL
THERE'LL BE APPLES ON EACH BRANCH IN OREGON
THERE'LL BE VALLEYS FILLED WITH GOLDEN GRAIN
THERE'LL BE CATTLE ON EACH RANCH IN OREGON
FOR THERE'LL BE PLENTY OF SUN AND RAIN
HURRY UP OH PIONEERS KEEP MOVING
YOUR FAITHFUL LITTLE BAND MUST NEVER FAIL
ACROSS THE GREAT DIVIDE, SIDE BY SIDE WE'LL RIDE
DOWN THE OREGON TRAIL
That old Grubline Trail (©Maxwell Lofland)
I'M HEADING FOR THOSE FAR AND LONESOME MOUNTAINS
I'LL BE RIDING ON THAT BLOOD RED BAY
THAT HOSS AND I AIN'T DONE YET QUITE DECIDIN' WHOSE WAY
AND IF WE FIND A SPREAD WHAT NEEDS A COWPOKE
WE'LL BE TRUER THAN A NEW LAID RAIL
FOR NOW WE'LL KEEP ON RIDING THAT OLD GRUBLINE TRAIL
WHEN I WAS YOUNG I HAD A GAL IN TEXAS
SHE'D COME DANCING ON HER THAT STEEL GREY DUN
YOU NEVER SEEN A PAIR SO LIKELY TO RUN
AND IF I AM A HAND WITH COWS AND HOSSES
AS A BEAU YOU KNOW I SURELY FAIL
I GUESS I'LL JUST KEEP RIDING THAT OLD GRUBLINE TRAIL
AND WHEN THE WIND BLOWS ME AGAIN
I'M LEFT HOLDING THE DEUCE
RIGHT ON THE HURRICANE DECK OF SOME CRAZY CAYUSE !
I'M DREAMING OF THAT VALLEY FULL OF MUSTANGS
I'LL BE CUTTING OUT THAT BIG BLUE ROAN
AND 'WAY UP ON THE HILLSIDE THERE A HOUSE OF THAT STONE
AND IF PERCHANCE I FIND I'M HITCHED AND CURRIED
I'LL JUST TOSS MY HAT UP ON THAT NAIL
'TILL THEN I'LL JUST KEEP RIDING THAT OLD GRUBLINE TRAIL