Up on the Divide Songtext
von Mighty Poplar
Up on the Divide Songtext
Go cinch up the saddle, ol′ Dunny and me
We'll drive up the cattle where the snows used to be
I ain′t much for nothin', but still I can ride
And the springtime's a-comin′ up on the divide
Springtime′s a-comin' up on the divide
Ol′ Charlie, he sold out, lost everything
A '52 Chevy and a Navajo ring
Busted, flat broke, and split open wide
And the springtime′s a-comin' up on the divide
Springtime′s a-comin' up on the divide
Well, my granddaddy died here in 1903
He left his old shotgun my daddy gave me
I hope there's some place we can all rope and ride
′Cause the springtime′s a-comin' up on the divide
Springtime′s a-comin' up on the divide
Well, that grave on the hillside is long overgrown
Been 22 years since I gathered stones
And 22 more since I made her my bride
And the springtime′s a-comin' up on the divide
Springtime′s a-comin' up on the divide
Now the coal company man wants to eat up your coal
First to swallow your cattle, and then he'll swallow your soul
He′ll dig you a grave ′bout ten acres wide
And the springtime's a-comin′ up on the divide
The springtime's a-comin′ up on the divide
Yes, the springtime's a-comin′ up on the divide
The springtime's a-comin' up on the divide
We'll drive up the cattle where the snows used to be
I ain′t much for nothin', but still I can ride
And the springtime's a-comin′ up on the divide
Springtime′s a-comin' up on the divide
Ol′ Charlie, he sold out, lost everything
A '52 Chevy and a Navajo ring
Busted, flat broke, and split open wide
And the springtime′s a-comin' up on the divide
Springtime′s a-comin' up on the divide
Well, my granddaddy died here in 1903
He left his old shotgun my daddy gave me
I hope there's some place we can all rope and ride
′Cause the springtime′s a-comin' up on the divide
Springtime′s a-comin' up on the divide
Well, that grave on the hillside is long overgrown
Been 22 years since I gathered stones
And 22 more since I made her my bride
And the springtime′s a-comin' up on the divide
Springtime′s a-comin' up on the divide
Now the coal company man wants to eat up your coal
First to swallow your cattle, and then he'll swallow your soul
He′ll dig you a grave ′bout ten acres wide
And the springtime's a-comin′ up on the divide
The springtime's a-comin′ up on the divide
Yes, the springtime's a-comin′ up on the divide
The springtime's a-comin' up on the divide
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