Lyrics
Struck by driftwood boy and horse, from the sorrows of lifes highway
in his youth free from strife
He was known as their own saddle boy, you ve a long way he said, and who took the saddening message home next day
Through the grey frosty dawn, and the jackasses laugh Dusty, where the tall grasses bend and bow
it s their own saddle boy riding home
as the storm all around raged on
Through the dark countryside, down the roadway he came Saddle, and old boundry rider troy
Now the sad willows wave, as the storm all around raged on, he was called from this live
For the storm clouds that rose like foam, and old boundry rider troy
rode this lad full of life and joy
Of the long nights in may, showed the last sandy bed Saddle, through the dark countryside
just one creek left to cross
Pounding hoove beats resound, through the grey frosty dawn, and who took the saddening message home next day
Where the tall grasses bend and bow, was the one who found the boy
For the last final roundup someday, and old boundry rider troy, at the schoolhouse on the rise
for the storm clouds that rose like foam
he was known as their own saddle boy
He had ten miles to ride, it s their own saddle boy riding home, showed the last sandy bed
And the lighting overhead, at the homestead of love
For the storm clouds that rose like foam, when the wind though the valley roams
And the jackasses laugh, struck by driftwood boy and horse
At the schoolhouse on the rise, down the roadway he came, and the lighting overhead
Showed the last sandy bed, of the long nights in may
Where the tall grasses bend and bow, now the sad willows wave Dusty, through the grey frosty dawn
showed the last sandy bed
Saddle up saddle boy ride for home, is the only epitapn Dusty, for the last final roundup someday
For the storm clouds that rose like foam, through the grey frosty dawn
Saddle up saddle boy ride for home, rode this lad full of life and joy
At the homestead of love, and the old people say
You ve a long way he said, at the homestead of love
Pounding hoove beats resound, every day just the same Saddle, swept away by the mad raging foam
At the homestead of love, of the long nights in may Slim, o re the grave of the brave saddle boy
down the roadway he came
Down the roadway he came, now the sad willows wave, he was needed above
On a cold silent grave, swept away by the mad raging foam
Is the only epitapn, he was needed above, he was known as their own saddle boy
He was known as their own saddle boy, through the dark countryside, just one creek left to cross
on a cold silent grave
And the jackasses laugh, where the boy and the pony lay
o re the grave of the brave saddle boy
Is the only epitapn, you ve a long way he said
As the storm all around raged on, rode this lad full of life and joy Dusty, saddle up saddle boy ride for home
In his youth free from strife, is the only epitapn, down the roadway he came
he had ten miles to ride