I ride an old paint
He's on the worry side
And I'm a saddle tramp
About to cross the great divide
Where there's grass in the coolies
And water in the drawl
And the forty pound saddle
Won't make us both raw
Slow rider, slow rider
Move on a little more
The sky boss is waiting
At the big ranch house door
I can't help but missing
The daughters that I had
One went to Denver
The other went bad
My young wife died
In a poolroom fight
But I try to keep singing
From morning till night
Slow rider, slow rider
Move on a little more
The sky boss is waiting
At the big ranch house door
Whenever I die
Take my saddle from the wall
Strap it on snuffy
Lead him out of the stall
Throw me on his back
And turn him toward the west
He knows how to take me
To the spot I love best
Slow rider, slow rider
Move on a little more
The sky boss is waiting
At the big ranch house door