Saddle Boy chords

Thru the g[G]rey frosty dawn every c[C]old winters morn
rode this [G]lad full of li[C]fe a[G]nd j[D]oy
Every d[G]ay just the same down the r[C]oadway he came
he was kn[D]own as their own saddle b[G]oy
In his you[G]th free from strife he was ca[C]lled from this life
from the s[G]orrows of lif[C]es h[G]igh-w[D]ay
He was [G]needed above at the [C]homestead of love
for the la[D]st final roundup some-d[G]ay
Now the [G]sad willows wave on a [C]cold silent grave
where th[G]e tall grasses be[C]nd a[G]nd b[D]ow
And the [G]jackasses laugh is the [C]only epitah
o'er the [D]grave of this brave saddle[G] boy.
At the scho[G]olhouse on the rise teacher always watc[C]hed the skies
for the s[G]torm clouds that ro[C]se li[G]ke fo[D]am
Youve a [G]long way he said so youd [C]better go ahead
saddle [D]up saddle boy ride for[G] home.
He had 10[G] miles to ride thru the d[C]ark countryside
as the s[G]torms all aro[C]und rai[G]sed o[D]n
Just one [G]creek left to cross struck by dr[C]ifwood boy and horse
swept a[D]way by the mad raging [G]foam
And the [G]lightning overhead showed the [C]last sandy bed
where t[G]he boy and t[C]he po[G]ny l[D]ay
And old [G]boundry rider Troy was the the [C]one who found the boy
and who [D]took the saddning message home ne[G]xt day
And the ol[G]d people say of the lo[C]ng nights in May
when the[G] wind thru t[C]he val[G]ley rol[D]ls
Founding [G]hoofbeats resound thru the [C]tall timberland
its there [D]own saddle boy riding[G] home