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 waitin' at the big ranch house door I can't help but missin' 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 singin' from morning till night Slow rider, slow rider move on a little more

The sky boss is waitin' 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 waitin' at the big ranch house door