Sagging Saddle Song Poem by Cowboy Ron Williams

When you're saggin' in the saddle
and your head is droopin' low,
just keep a-pushin' on, my friend;
you can't have far to go.

Push on, push on,
although the light is gone!

Your woman waits at home for you;
she won't turn out the light.
She'll keep that home fire burnin'
if it takes you all the night.

Push on, push on,
although the light is gone!

She's got a steak upon the stove,
and baked potato, too,
and cherry pie there for dessert;
she made it just for you!

Push on, push on,
although the light is gone!

Then after supper's put away,
she'll draw you a hot bath.
You know what natcherly comes next;
enjoy the aftermath!

Push on, push on,
although the light is gone!