Would you like to saddle your hoss once more,
And take a ride to the general store?
To meet the boys around the fire,
And find out who was the biggest liar.
They all had windy fer to spill.
They might be tickled fit to kill,
But every feller would tell his lie,
And never grin nor bat an eye.
You bet you remember the winter days
When you rode through the snow fer a long long ways,
To meet a few of the boys you knowed
In the store that stood at the old cross road.
You never had long enough to stay,
Fer it didn’t last long; a winter day.
Yes, you’d like to saddle your hoss once more,
And take a ride to the general store.
(Bruce Kiskaddon)
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