Slim Dusty – Saddle Boy (Guitar)

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Thru the grey frosty dawn every cold winters morn

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 rode this lad full of life and joy

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Every day just the same down the roadway he came

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 he was known as their own saddle boy

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In his youth free from strife he was called from this life

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 from the sorrows of lifes high-way

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He was needed above at the homestead of love

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 for the last final roundup some-day

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Now the sad willows wave on a cold silent grave

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 where the tall grasses bend and bow

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And the jackasses laugh is the only epitah

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 o'er the grave of this brave saddle boy.

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At the schoolhouse on the rise teacher always watched the skies

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 for the storm clouds that rose like foam

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Youve a long way he said so youd better go ahead

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 saddle up saddle boy ride for home.

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He had 10 miles to ride thru the dark countryside

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 as the storms all around raised on

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Just one creek left to cross struck by drifwood boy and horse

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 swept away by the mad raging foam

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And the lightning overhead showed the last sandy bed

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 where the boy and the pony lay

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And old boundry rider Troy was the the one who found the boy

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 and who took the saddning message home next day

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And the old people say of the long nights in May

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 when the wind thru the valley rolls

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Founding hoofbeats resound thru the tall timberland

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 its there own saddle boy riding home