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His saddle now is empty, his boots they are reversed, As we kneel on a knee, a-waitin’ for the hearse. His horse clops down the road, with an empty load, Its mighty spirit slowed, where boldly it once strode. Friends they gather round, the sadness does abound. And there’s a faithful hound, a-sniffin’ at theContinue reading “Empty Saddle”