Текст песни Hank Snow - I Traded My Saddle For A Rifle
Hank Snow - I Traded My Saddle For A Rifle слова песни
Recorded by Hank SnowI traded my saddle for a rifle and left to join the troubled shoreI hung my guitar in the attic and laid away my forty fourI traded my saddle for a rifle so kiss me my darling we must partI left my faithful pony grazing in clover by the old corrall.Yodel layee layee heeI told the old folks I must leave themI bid them all a fond farewellI left my faithful pony grazingIn clover by the old corrall.I told my mother not to worryI said that I`d return somedayI bent and kissed her wrinkled foreheadThen turned and sadly walked away.The stars are growing dim my darlingThey say my ship will sail at dawnSo whisper softly that you love meJust two more hours and I`ll be gone