I miss the smell of a working saddle
My old contract poly with a four imch pad~
Those saddle bags and saddle blankets
Love all my memories of the good times Ive had~
Miss those shady tree cuppers from a billy
Talen 'bout life with campfire smoke in my eyes~
How I miss all those sheep and cattle
And would you believe me I even miss the flies~
Don't miss riding in wet jeans
Don't miss riding through land in bog~
But I do miss the early mornings kiss
Having morning tea sitten on a log~
I miss all the great working dogs Ive had
Ropen and working on the spread~
I miss feeling like Ive earnt my pay
And after which I miss a cowboys bed~
Some memories just won't fade away
I still can smell that hay~
Been there but would love to do it again
But I'd have to go back a ways~
