Tonalité : F major
Intro 1
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Verse 1
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He rode up from Arizona
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to the plains of old Wyoming
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It was said he'd come over the hill
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Bird and doggies and the needles
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in the sand in old Washington
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He took his dabbies
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and I know he always will
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Can you think of a friend
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that you might have known
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If you throw your heart out open,
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never driftin' in the cold
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By the light of the campfire,
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one dim in the late hour,
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He called me his old horny pal.
He said his handsome critter,
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in his hamly form fitter,
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His look was lonesome,
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but he wrote mighty tall.
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He was a narrow -string rider,
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but the plain they weren't no quieter
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Than when he sang out
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the cross -eyed gale upon the hill
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Can you think of a friend
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that you might have known
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If he'd throwed your heart out open,
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never drifted in the cold
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By the light of the campfire
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growing dim in the late ever,
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he called me his old Waddy
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pal.
With his head upon his saddle
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he would talk of the battles that he
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fought in the old Civil War
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He had seen his share of danger,
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To him the work, it weren't no stranger,
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He was my old pal,
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and his smile is with me still.
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Can you think of a friend
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that you might have known,
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If you'd thrown your
heart out open,
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Never drifting in the cold?
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By the light of the campfire
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growin' dim in the late hour
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He called me his old Waddy pal
By the light of the campfire
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growin' dim in the late hour
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He's gone now, my old Waddy pal you
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