I Traded My Saddle For A Rifle Lyrics - Hank Snow

Recorded by Hank Snow 

I traded my saddle for a rifle and left to join the troubled shore 

I hung my guitar in the attic and laid away my forty four 

I traded my saddle for a rifle so kiss me my darling we must part 

I left my faithful pony grazing in clover by the old corrall. 

Yodel layee layee hee 

I told the old folks I must leave them 

I bid them all a fond farewell 

I left my faithful pony grazing 

In clover by the old corrall. 

I told my mother not to worry 

I said that I'd return someday 

I bent and kissed her wrinkled forehead 

Then turned and sadly walked away.