Blood on the Saddle

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There was blood on the saddle blood on the ground
Big red puddles of blood all around
A cowboy lay in it all covered in gore
And he ain't gonna ride that saddle no more

Were it not for his buckle I'd not know my friend
His clothing was stomped from his boots to his brim
I swallowed a chuckle cause we called him Slim
But I held not my gut nor the contents therein

There was puke on the saddle puke on the horse
There was puke on the buckle and puke on the corpse
I gave up my breakfast when Slim got dessert
So I can't go to Texas and ride with the herd

Alone in Fort Collins and heavy with child
Her lover has fallen his mustang went wild
And that's where he's buried one long day's drive
For I could not carry that mess to his bride

There was blood on the saddle blood on the ground
There were big red puddles of blood all around
Yes there were
A cowboy lie in it all covered in gore
And he ain't gonna ride on that saddle no more

No he ain't gonna ride no mustangs no more



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