Saalo's Song (Ron Thomason) E He packed up his guitar A E And drove Wednesday through Sunday B7 E And sometimes played three shows a day E A E The modern lone rider, he dreamed of Ohio B7 E And his doe-eyed Arabian bay A E And how they'd go racing out on the hillside B7 In the cool closing twilight of day E A E Old friends together in thunderous freedom B7 E Just the man and the wind and the bay. Well, sometimes they'd ride down by the river And the bay always stopped there to drink In the still of the evening The horse seemed contented And the man used the time just to think. And in the cold winds of winter He's drawn to the barn By some irresistable force With carrots and a blanket There's nothing more binding Than the love of a man for his horse. The call of the highway, how it would beckon He kept going back out of course And in the deep of the night When the miles were the hardest He just figured he drove for the horse. And in all life's relations one thing stays the same Never take more than you will repay So we count the score even 'cause the miles he had driven Were for miles that he rode on the bay. They grew old together, got too old to ride But just look at the seeds that they'd sowed They'd walk out in the pasture, stand side by side And stare off at the hills where they'd growed. And of all God's creations here under heaven There's many I can't understand One beautiful mystery that I at least witnessed Was the love of a horse for a man. BJS
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