Lost My Buckskin Lyrics

I lost my buckskin at the watering hole

He ran away with my rifle, my jerky and my bedroll

Tied tight to the back of the saddle

I sure hope he starts missing me

Feeling lonely when the only one that he can see

Is hi'self in the afternoon shadows

Lord, I pray he ain't got too far

Cause these boots weren't made for walking

And man, I hate talking to myself

Nah he ain't yet broke from the herd

But he's the best damn listener that I ever heard

He don't have to say a word

Reckon this is the price that I pay

For freedom of believin' and dreamin' of a perfect day

As the tumbleweeds jingle my spurs

Lord, I pray he ain't got too far

Cause these boots weren't made for walking

And man, I hate talking to myself

Found my pony in the aspen grove

We agreed that we'd keep this a story only we know

And I pulled myself back in the saddle