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
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 just 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
Big red puddles of blood all around
A cowboy lie in it all covered in gore
And he ain’t gonna ride that saddle no more
No he ain’t gonna ride no mustangs no more