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