Buddies In The Saddle

(альбом: The Carter Family Volume 2 - 1935-1941 - 2003)

One stormy day me and my buddy
Started on a 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

I'll ne'er forget the day I found him
He was so weak he could not speak
I'll ne're forget the smile he gave me
Then the poor boy fell asleep

I took him up in my saddle
And carried him 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

I 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 my buddy's gone and left me
And it's so hard to struggle on
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