Recorded by Hank Snow
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I traded my saddle for a rifle and left to join the troubled shore
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I hung my guitar in the attic and laid away my forty four
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I traded my saddle for a rifle so kiss me my darling we must part
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I left my faithful pony grazing in clover by the old corrall.
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Yodel layee layee hee
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I told the old folks I must leave them
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I bid them all a fond farewell
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I left my faithful pony grazing
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In clover by the old corrall.
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I told my mother not to worry
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I said that I'd return someday
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I bent and kissed her wrinkled forehead
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Then turned and sadly walked away.
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The stars are growing dim my darling
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They say my ship will sail at dawn
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So whisper softly that you love me
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Just two more hours and I'll be gone
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I Traded My Saddle For A Rifle
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| Hank Snow |
