Blood On The Saddle

I wear a brace on one knee nearly all the time due to a Roan and

riggin' troubles I had at a jack-pot ride several years ago. Although

the cowboy depicted in this song meets his end in a much worse way,

my rodeo "career" also ended on a snatcher that would not be riden.

Verse 1:

There's blood on the saddle and blood on the ground, And a

great big puddle of blood all around. A

cowboy lay in it all covered with gore, And he

never will ride any broncos no more.

Oh, pity the cowboy, all gory and red, A

bronco fell on him and bashed in his head. There was

blood on the saddle and blood on the ground, And a

great big puddle of blood all around.

Note: capo the 3rd fret

Andrew D. Lowry alowry@silver.ucs.indiana.edu