Slow Rider

I ride an old paint, he's on the worryside
 And I'm a saddle tramp about to cross the great divide
 Where there's grass in the coolies and water in the drawl
 And the 40 pound saddle won't make us both raw
 Slow rider, slow rider, move on a little more
 The sky boss is waitin' at the big ranch house door
 I can't help but missin' the daughters that I had
 One went to Denver, the other went bad
 My young wife died in a poolroom fight
 But I try to keep singin' from morning 'til night
 Slow rider, slow rider, move on a little more
 The sky boss is waitin' at the big ranch house door
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 Whenever I die take my saddle from the wall
 Strap it on snuffy, lead him out of the stall
 Throw me on his back and turn him toward the west
 He knows how to take me to the spot I love best
 Slow rider, slow rider, move on a little more
 The sky boss is waitin' at the big ranch house door