| Buddies In The Saddle |
| Peter Rowan & Don Edwards |
| One stormy day, me and my buddy |
| Started on our roundup ride |
| The wind and dust blew hard around us, |
| My buddy strayed far from my side |
| We were buddies in the saddle, |
| We were buddies in our home, |
| We were buddies herding cattle, |
| We were buddies everywhere we roamed |
| Solo |
| I'll ne'er forget the day I found him, |
| He was so weak he could not speak |
| I'll ne'er forget the smile he gave me, |
| Then the poor boy fell asleep |
| I took him up in my saddle |
| And carried home across the plain |
| My mother nursed him every moment |
| To try to make him well again |
| We were buddies in the saddle, |
| We were buddies in our home, |
| We were buddies herding cattle, |
| We were buddies everywhere we roamed |
| Solo |
| I've never had a pal so near me, |
| He took the blame for everything |
| I'd die for him just any moment, |
| And for me he'd do the same |
| But now by buddy's gone and left me, |
| And it's so hard to struggle 'long |
| So hard to believe that he has left me, |
| I can't realize that he has gone |
| We were buddies in the saddle, |
| We were buddies in our home, |
| We were buddies herding cattle, |
| We were buddies everywhere we roamed |