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