See that old saddle, up there on the rail
If it could talk, it would tell you a tale
Of riders it's known and those that were thrown
Of wranglers and rustlers and strawberry roan.

It's held some tiny cowboys riding tandem with their Dad
And known more than a horse or two that surely were plumb bad
It carried Grandpa Charlie home, when his heart gave out that day
And Becky to her wedding on the twenty-fifth of May.

It's been witness to more cowboys riding rough stock than we know
Used by pick up men a-plenty at the local rodeo
Carried new calves through the storm when old winter wouldn't quit
And lovers on a moonlight ride, just for the pleasure of it.

The leather now is dark with age, patched and worn, it's true
A rider it won't hold again.... that saddle's paid it's due
Still it rests there paying homage to a wondrous history
In the ranchlands of Alberta, and the Cowboy Legacy.