EMPTY SADDLES
Billy Hill and J. Keirn Brennan, 1933

1
There's a something strange in the old corral
There's a breeze 'though the wind has died
'Though I'm alone in the old corral
Seems there is someone by my side.

Chorus-
Empty saddles in the old corral
Where do you ride tonight?
Are you roundin' up the doggies, the strays of long ago
Are you on the trail of buffalo.

Empty saddles in the old corral
Where do you ride tonight?
Are there rustlers on the border or a band of Navajo
Are you headin' for the Alamo.

Empty guns covered with rust
Where do you talk tonight?
Empty boots covered with dust
Where do you walk tonight?

Empty saddles in the old corral
My tears will be dried tonight.
If you'll only say I'm lonely as you carry my old pal
Empty saddles in the old corral.

2
There is no smoke, still the fires burn
There is no song, still I hear guitars
There is no dust, still the ghosts return
Softly to vanish through the bars.

Based on a poem by J. Keirn Brennan. First sung by Joe Morrison with George Olsen Orchestra. ASCAP work ID 350015691
Lyrics © Shapiro Bernstein & Co.

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