Chords for Saddle Boy-Kasey and Bill Chambers.

[N] _ My favorite [F#m] Sling Dusty song is called Saddle [A] Boy. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ Through the great frosty dawn, every [D] cold _ winter's morn,
[A] Rode this lap of [D] love, life, [E]
and play.
_ _ _ Every [A] day just the same, down the [D] _ _ roadway he [A] came,
He [E] was known as their own Saddle [A] Boy.
_ _ _ [D] In [A]
his _ youth's creeping stride, he [D] was called from this life,
From the [A] _ _ _ [D] sorrowful past, [A] I [E] admit.
_ _ _ He [A]
was needed _ above, [D] at the _ _ homestead of love,
For the [E] last final round of [A]
spin.
_ _ _ _ Now [D] the _ sandwills _ wave [A] on a cold, silent grave,
Where the tall grasses bend [E] and mow.
_ _ _ _ [A] And the _ _ jackass's lap is [D] the only epitaph
_ On [E] the grave of this brave [A] Saddle Boy. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [F#m] _ _ [D] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [E] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [A] _ _
_ _ _ _ At the _ schoolhouse on the rise, [D] teacher _ always watched the skies,
For the [A]
storms _ [D] that [A] rolled [E] like streams.
_ _ _ _ [A] You've a long way to [E] sit, so you [D] better _ go ahead,
_ [E] Saddle up, Saddle Boy, [A] ride for home.
_ _ _ [D] He had [A] ten miles to ride through the [D] _
dark _ countryside,
As [A] the storm of [D] the [A] round [E] raised on.
_ _ _ Just [A] one creek left the cross, struck [D] by driftwood boy and horse,
Swept [E] away by the mad [A] raging storm.
_ _ _ And [D] the lightning _ _ overhead showed [A] the last sandy bed,
Where the boy and the pony _
[E] _ lay.
_ _ _ An [A] old boundary rider, Troy, was [D] the one who found the boy,
And [E] who took the saddening message to [A] his day.
_ _ _ _ [D]
And the old people say [A] of the long, lasting day,
Where the _ winds in the valley [E] _ roll.
_ _ The [A] pounding _ hooves _ resound through [D] the tall _ _ timberland,
[E] It's their own _ Saddle Boy, [A]
riding home. _ _ _ _ _
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