Blood on the Saddle


I trailed you from Mystic down into Greenwich
On a path that felt so cold
I caught the scent in Jersey there by the seashore
Where you spent one night alone
You thought you could fool me and go to Grand Coulee
Dam to check out the scene
After the Battle there was blood on the saddle
and the leather wouldn't come clean


The road crissed and crossed until I was lost
But I stumbled from the woods once again
Should I turn left or right ? On the move day and night
One step back of where you had been
Dealin' with danger and walkin' with strangers
Askin' what they may have seen
After the battle there was blood on the saddle
And the leather wouldn't come clean


         There was blood on the reins ,blood on my hands
         Blood on my boots and my brow
         Blood on my coat , everything was soaked
         Please somebody throw me a towel


Out through the badlands down into gangland
To a town of tinsel and slums
From the sunshine of L.A. up to Frisco Bay
I walk the streets of the Darhma Bums
I'm lagging behind I'm runnin' short on time
You walk where the grass grows green
After the battle there was blood on the saddle
And the leather wouldn't come clean


Much time has passed and now at last
I gave up on winning the prize
One way or another someday or other
Were all cut down to size
Admit it or not what we both sought
Was somewhere we could lean
After the battle there was blood on the saddle
And the leather wouldn't come clean

 

- Rob McNurlin
copyright Buffalo Skinner Music BMI