Johnny Cash - Slow Rider - Текст песни

I ride an old paint he's on the worryside 

And I'm a saddle tramp about to cross the great divide 

Where there's grass in the coolies and water in the drawl 

And the forty pound saddle won't make us both raw 

Slow rider slow rider move on a little more 

The sky boss is waitin' at the big ranch house door 

I can't help but missin' the daughters that I had 

One went to Denver the other went bad 

My young wife died in a poolroom fight 

But I try to keep singin' from morning till night 

Slow rider slow rider... 

[ guitar ] 

Whenever I die take my saddle from the wall 

Strap it on snuffy lead him out of the stall 

Throw me on his back and turn him toward the west 

He knows how to take me to the spot I love best 

Slow rider slow rider...