| "Old Dale" | |
| Shaking hands, tired eyes, Im getting old Im still in love with this old saddle trade. Skiving, edging and cutting are getting hard But I try to hide it so no one will see the pain. Left home when I was youngWorked on a ranch 3 summers long. Watched and listened at Hammlys.Saw Berkins build their trees. I never made it far in schoolI was just a young fool. Didnt know how much good it could have done for me. But now I see. Now I see Then I was, rubbing edges and sweeping floors Those were all a young boys chores. That was how you made it to the top With the best, in the saddle shop. Look at him nowThe best of the best. Hard work and dedication paid offAnd he left behind the rest. Old dale Shaking hands, tired eyes, Im getting old Im still in love with this old saddle trade. Skiving, edging and cutting are getting hard But I try to hide it so no one will see the pain. Tom and Bill came to me. With a will I went to working on a new kind tree. The vaquero style of horsemanship came back to be. And Ray hunt criss-crosses the land Helping people get in touch with feel But none of that would have ever happened If it hadnt been for Tom and Bill Now those two men helped me a lot To get to the top in the saddle shop, Here in Idaho. Here in Idaho Shaking hands, tired eyes, Im getting old Im still in love with this old saddle trade. Skiving, edging and cutting are getting hard But I try to hide it so no one will see the pain. | |