I traded my saddle for a rifle
And left to join the troubled shore
I hung my guitar in the attic
And laid away my forty four
I traded my saddle for a rifle
So kiss me my darling we must part
I left my faithful pony grazing
In clover by the old corral
Yodel laye laye he
I told the old folks I must leave them
I bid them all a fond farewell
I left my faithful pony grazing
In clover by the old corral.
I told my mother not to worry
I said that I'd return someday
I bent and kissed her wrinkled forehead
Then turned and sadly walked away.
The stars are growing dim my darling
They say my ship will sail at dawn
So whisper softly that you love me
Just two more hours and I'll be gone
Hank Snow - I Traded My Saddle For A Rifle Lyrics
Hank Snow - I Traded My Saddle For A Rifle Lyrics
Official
We currently do not have these lyrics.
If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.
We currently do not have these lyrics.
If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.
English
I traded my saddle for a rifle
And left to join the troubled shore
I hung my guitar in the attic
And laid away my forty four
I traded my saddle for a rifle
So kiss me my darling we must part
I left my faithful pony grazing
In clover by the old corral
Yodel laye laye he
I told the old folks I must leave them
I bid them all a fond farewell
I left my faithful pony grazing
In clover by the old corral.
I told my mother not to worry
I said that I'd return someday
I bent and kissed her wrinkled forehead
Then turned and sadly walked away.
The stars are growing dim my darling
They say my ship will sail at dawn
So whisper softly that you love me
Just two more hours and I'll be gone
And left to join the troubled shore
I hung my guitar in the attic
And laid away my forty four
I traded my saddle for a rifle
So kiss me my darling we must part
I left my faithful pony grazing
In clover by the old corral
Yodel laye laye he
I told the old folks I must leave them
I bid them all a fond farewell
I left my faithful pony grazing
In clover by the old corral.
I told my mother not to worry
I said that I'd return someday
I bent and kissed her wrinkled forehead
Then turned and sadly walked away.
The stars are growing dim my darling
They say my ship will sail at dawn
So whisper softly that you love me
Just two more hours and I'll be gone