Saddle Up My Horse Song

[Emmanuel Des Meaux]

I have what some might call an eclectic taste in music. My playlist includes songs from bands like Queen and Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeros to artists like Red Stegall and Don Edwards. No genre is off limits. I show no prejudice when it comes to a good tune and/or great lyrics.

I grew up on a small feed yard in Northeast Nebraska. Today, my husband, our kids, and I ranch in Western Nebraska. I have raised cattle my whole life, and as far as I am concerned raising cattle and riding good horses go...

i was playing on a country & old-time meeting in germany, when someone
mentioned a song containing the line:"it's so lonesome in the saddle since my horse died"tried to find it, but alas sofar..who knows anything about this song?
preferably who wrote it, and the lyrics, melody or leadsheet etc.thanks
nout grupstra
138 GJ van Marrewijklaan
2552 JM The Hague
Netherlands
shin...@xs4all.nl

I am an old cowpuncher, I punch them cows so hard
I got an old cow punching bag set up in my back yard
The bar is made of leather, and so are cows of course
When I get tired of punching cows I go and punch my HORSEOne day as I was punching All on my leather cow
An Indian approached me and boldly asked me how
I said it was quite easy, he answered with a shrug
And the very next word that Indian said to me that day was UGHI'm so lonesome in the saddle ever since my old horse died
But when I walk along at night I think she's at my side
I'm glad you listened to me, I'll not detain you long
I am an old cowpuncher with an old cowpuncher's songWhether it's original to John and Tony I am not quite sure-- will either of
them admit it?
Pete PetersonPB wrote in message ...

Other favorites were"I'm so miserable without you, it's almost like having you here.""You can take all my love and shove it up your heart."By the way, the "they can't keep my face from breaking out" title was
introduced as a teenage love song.

> >having a series of joke song titles and this was one of them. I think Tom
> >Paley may have been the original perpetrator; was he in attendance at your
> >meeting by any chance? Some of the other titles I can remember them using were
> >"Run em into the roundhouse mother, they'll never corner you there;" and "You
> >can lock me in jail, but you can't keep my face from breaking out." They also
> >used to introduce Tom Paley (or possibly John Cohen) as having gone to Yale,
> >whereupon he would say, with an effort at a Swedish accent, "Yah, I yust got
> >out." Hope this explains the mystery. Shel Sandler
>

a real song (recorded by Dan Hicks & his Hot Licks).I've always thought that made a nice answer song to "Will You Miss me
When I'm Gone?"...How about
"Grandma, get off the stove - you're too old to ride the range"
David Brown
davb...@netcom.com
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David Brown; Berkeley CA davb...@netcom.com

I would love to try riding saddle seat. I live in the middle of gaited horseland, USA, and see Walkers, Spotted Saddle Horses and Racking Horses all around. I like to watch the Saddlebreds and Morgans on YouTube too.

Each saddle sings its own song. An old saddle with its well worn leather skirt, wooden tree, and metal pieces frosted with rust creaks a different ballad, a tale of miles already traveled, than the squeak of a new saddle with leather stiff and unbroken, and metal pieces still jangling to find their proper place.

Each landscape offers a different harmony. The drum of hooves over hard packed earth differs from the harsh scuffling through dead leaves lining the forest floor or the soft thudding through the arena sand.

There is a sort of grand symphony present in the world around us, if we just have ears to hear it. The whisper of a turning page. The orchestral chirping of crickets in the night. The blazing glory of a sunrise. Each is a song in itself, an offering to the praise of the One who created it all, the Singer who set the song in place.

So, when I weary of writing and the formerly pleasant clacking of the keys as I type becomes only slightly less grating than the scraping of nails across a chalkboard (one of the worst sounds in the world!), then I take to the saddle once more, lose myself in the rhythm of hooves, and allow the cares and worries of the world to fall from my shoulders, borne away upon a fleeing wind.

*sigh* I miss riding. I used to do it a lot, but with boarding school and no access to a stable either here or at home, I miss it. I used to love getting to know the quirks of the horses, and nothing made me happier than a friendly reception from a favourite beastie after a tiring day.

I like most sounds, really, but wind in trees, or just natural stillness in forests and mountains is my favourite. And pipes. Bagpipes, pan pipes, even flutes. I love the soaring notes and evocative sounds.

Some of the most beautiful "music" I've ever heard was at Mealt Falls and Kilt Rock on the Island of Skye. The fencing surrounding the lookout point has tiny holes bored into all the pipes, and the wind blowing off the ocean hits the holes and creates this high floating ethereal music! It feels like you've stumbled into a fairy land! :)

feeble little horse are fiercely independent and scrappy. They credit the formation of the band and their inspiration to a vibrant mid-Atlantic DIY scene in Pittsburgh (Crafted Sounds label, Gaadge, Barlow, and Sleeping Witch & Saturn) and Philadelphia (label Julia's War, They Are Gutting A Body of Water, and A Country Western). "When we made both Modern Tourism and Hayday, we wanted to join this community of musicians that we so admired," says Walchonski. "We are still a part of this scene and it's important for us to continue supporting the bands and friends that got us to this point." While their latest LP is their most finely crafted collection of songs yet, the band's process was remarkably accessible and transparent. "I want a kid to hear this album and buy an audio interface and a microphone," says Kelley. "I want them to think, 'If they can record in their bedrooms, I can do it myself too.'"

The horse stood outside the house ready for me. I was a bit unsure if I was ready for him, it had after all been 10 years since last time I sat on a horse. I was happy though to see that my saddle was patched with a pillow, to ease the pain a bit.

I rode through the fields on a horse with no name. At least Kalybek did not know it at that time. Maybe that is why it decided not to obey me, since we were not acquainted. And yes, I got that song stuck in my head, even though I rode through green plains rather than a desert.

Starting slowly uphill in the valley, the nature reigns. The sun was shining from the clear blue sky, and the only thing I heard was the rhythmic sound of hooves against the ground, and insects singing. Getting further, the sound of the stream took over.

Rise and shine
The night on the thin mattress was surprisingly comfortable. I will not lie, I did not sleep like a princess, but it could have been worse. My biggest worry was that I thought I would be cold, but I actually woke up sweating! The good thing about waking up several times, was that I could enjoy the simulated stars by the light coming through the tiny holes in the yurt roof. First by the bright light of the almost full moon, then by the sunlight.

After breakfast, it was time to get back in the saddle. Though in a different one. Since the-horse-with-no-name and I never became best friends, Kalybek asked me to ride his horse, Buurul, instead. It worked like a charm, and we headed up the mountain with the dog as a loyal companion.

Along the way we met a man with two extra saddled-up horses, and tagged along with him for a while. When we at a later stage met some hikers and he offered them to rent the horses, I understood why. It was a match made in heaven for them after a steep hike in the hot sun.

Arriving at our yurt camp close by Song-Kul, we had lunch, before the water of the lake was luring us to go swim. Being up at 3000 m, the water was refreshing. While laying on the pebbles drying in the intense sun, a flock of horses came to drink along the shore.

Back at our camp, we walked up the hill to watch the sunset after dinner. When the darkness came, most of the others went to bed, while I sat outside for a long time, just enjoying the silence, watching the full moon reflecting in the water, listening to the flag blazing in the wind, with the head of the dog laying on my lap demanding to be petted.

How to get there:
Apple Hostel is conveniently right next to the West bus station. Take bus number 514 to Kyzart from the far end of the bus station, on the side of the station building. Buy the ticket from the ticket office, price per person is 300 som. The first bus start to fill up at 7 in the morning, and leaves when it is full. When the bus leaves, you ask the driver to call the guide that will pick you up before you reach Kyzart, both to let him know approximate arrival time, and what intersection to drop you off. As I had bought a local sim-card (it is super cheap!), I used my own phone to call.

You can leave the rest of your luggage at the guesthouse where you start your trip.
I did not need to use the rain poncho or the hat and gloves, but I would absolutely bring them just in case. In the night I was sleeping in my thermal underwear, but it ended up being too hot, so I took my blanket away for a while to cool down.
Again, this is only based on my experience. Check with the guide about the current conditions for your trip, and pack accordingly.

Wow amazing trip you shared. What a terrific way to travel and experience the trip. Thanks for sharing your tips. Here I am never even have ridden a rose. How much experience would you recommend before someone tries a multi-day horse riding trip?

I did some riding courses as a kid (maaaaaany years ago), and I think I had been on a horse twice since then, probably once every 10 years or so. I know someone that did the same trip that had never ever been on a horse, and they made it ?

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