Verse 1: There's blood on the saddle and blood on the ground, And a great big puddle of blood all around. cowboy lay in it all covered with gore, And he never will ride any broncos no more. Oh, pity the cowboy, all gory and red, bronco fell on him and bashed in his head. There was blood on the saddle and blood on the ground, And a great big puddle of blood all around. Note: capo the 3rd fret Andrew D. Lowry [email protected]