My Love Is A Rider

1. My love is a rider, wild horses he breaks,
But he's promised to quit it now just for my sake.
He ties one foot up and the saddle puts on,
With a run and a jump he is mounted and gone.

2. The first time I met him 'twas early in spring;
He was riding a bronco, a high-headed thing.
He tipped me a wink as he gaily did go,
For he wished me to notice his bucking bronco.

3. The next time I saw him 'twas sometime that fall,
Swinging the girls at Tomlinson's hall.
He laughed and he talked as we danced to and fro,
And he promised he'd never ride on another bronco.

4. He made me some presents, among them a ring.
The return that I made him was a far better thing;
'Twas a young maiden's heart, I'd have you all know;
He'd won it by riding his bucking bronco.

5. My love has a gun, and that gun he can use,
But he's quit his gun fighting as well as his booze;
And he's sold him his saddle, his spurs and his rope,
And there's no more cow-punching, and that's what I hope.

6. Listen all you young maidens, where'er you reside,
Ride shy of the cowboy who sings the rawhide.
He'll court you and pet you and leave you and go
Up the trail in the spring on his bucking bronco.