| Blood on the Saddle  
       who’s blood is on the saddle   no one talk to me the bird and bees see
 the way i got here
 the bitch and moan brought
 jimmy crack corn
 and i don’t care attitude
 hell of a combination
 with no gratitude
 who’s blood is on the saddle
  lie about the way i feel no need to discuss it anyway
 breaking bread with who would be considered enemies
 will they be hanging next to me
 will they be swinging from a tree
 who’s blood who’s hood
 mis-un derstood
 dig deep
 dig through
 clear shot
 clear view
 want to change the world the card to deal who’s bright idea
 the bulb that broke the splinter group
 slipping like an eel
 who’s blood is on the saddle
 egg on my face laughing disgrace
 mace in the eye
 i wonder why
 need not reply
 who’s blood is on the saddle
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