Hank Snow - I traded my saddle for a rifle

^CI traded my saddle for a ^Frifle, and ^Cleft to join that troubled ^Gshore I ^Chung my guitar in the ^Fattic, and ^Claid a- ^G-way my forty ^Cfour I told the old folks I must ^Fleave them, I ^Cbid them all a fond fare- ^G-well I ^Cleft my faithful pony ^Fgrazing, in ^Cclover ^Gby the old cor- ^C-ral

I ^Ftraded my saddle for a ^Crifle So kiss me darling we must ^Gpart But ^Cwhen we've won this final ^Fvictory I'll ^Ctrade my ^Grifle for your ^Cheart

I told my mother not to ^Fworry, I ^Csaid that I'd return some- ^G-day I ^Cbent and kissed her wrinkled ^Fforehead, then ^Cturned and ^Gsadly walked a- ^C-way The stars are growing dim my ^Fdarling, they ^Csay my ship will sail at ^Gdawn So ^Cwhisper softly that you ^Flove me, just ^Ctwo more ^Ghours and I'll be ^Cgone

I ^Ftraded my saddle for a ^Crifle So kiss me darling we must ^Gpart But ^Cwhen we've won this final ^Fvictory I'll ^Ctrade my ^Grifle for your ^Cheart

I ^Ftraded my saddle for a ^Crifle So kiss me darling we must ^Gpart But ^Cwhen we've won this final ^Fvictory I'll ^Ctrade my ^Grifle for your ^Cheart