Saddle Up My Son

Saddle Up, My Son
Saddle up, my son
They’ll be time for everyone at home But right now is ours
Smoke on the divide Winds blow it far and wide It covers the Absaroka sky
Lucky knows the way
We were here the other day
Riding down the fence line in the dark
It’s not like you to tell
But I hear you’re doing well Secondhand from other peoples wives
Time keeps moving on
It’s been awhile since you’ve gone
It’s good to see you out here on the trail
- John Cloyd Miller, Kiowatica Music, ASCAP
I hope we can agree
Find something we can see
The same way through different colored eyes
Your mama would be proud
I’m sure she’s looking down
On us today with her ever knowing smile
Thanks for coming by
You know you’re welcome any time Maybe we’ll get in another ride
Saddle up, my son
They’ll be time for everyone at home But right now is ours
But right now is ours