I traded my saddle for a rifle
And left to join that troubled shore
I hung my guitar in the at tic
I told the old folks I must leave them,
I bid them all upon farewell,
I left my place for corny grazing,
in clover by the old corral,
I traded my saddle for a rifle,
So kiss me, darling, we must part,
But when we've won this final victory
I'll trade my rifle for your
I told my mother not to worry
I said that I'd return someday
Then turned and sadly walked away
The stars are growing dim, my darlin',
They say my ship will sail at dawn.
So whisper softly that you love me,
Just two more hours and I'll be gone.
I've traded my saddle for a rifle,
So kiss me, darlin', we must part.
But when we've won this battle victory,
I'll trade my rifle for your heart.
I've traded my saddle for a rifle
So kiss me, darling, we must fall
And when we've won this final victory,
I'll trade my rival for your heart.
