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When the round up time is over,
And our hardest work is done,
Cowboy's saddle up their ponies,
Going to town to have their fun,
But they're leaving one behind them,
One who'll never ride again,
All the cowboy's hearts are heavy,
They miss their old pal of the plains.

How i miss the voice of my old saddle pal,
Ridin' down that lonesome trail,
I miss him when i'm sitting by the side of my gal,
I miss him when the lonesome coyotes wail,
When the quaking aspens rustle through the breeze,
How i miss the call of the owl,
Everything around me bring's back memories,
Of my dear old saddle pal.

Everything around me bring's back memories,
Of my dear old saddle pal,
My dear old saddle pal.

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Submitted by: fatjud78 on March 29, 2020