Empty Saddles

Last night as I laid on the prairie and looked at the stars in the sky

I wondered if ever a cowboy would drift to that sweet by and by

Roll along roll along roll on little doggies roll on roll on

Roll along roll along roll on little doggies roll on roll on

The road to that bright happy region is a dim narrow trail so they say

But the broad one that leads to prediction is posted and blazed all the way

They say there will be a great roundup and cowboys like doggies will stand

To be marched by the riders of judgement who are posted and know every brand

Roll along roll along

They say he will never forget you that he knows every action and look

So for safety you'd better get branded have your name in the great Tally Book

Roll along roll along