One in the Saddle, One on the Ground - Sturgill Simpson

First time ol' Dood

Laid eyes on Juanita

He knew then and there

She was the one

She gave him a love

Every man knows is needed

She gave him a daughter

She gave him a son

One day while Juanita

Was out in the garden

A bandit rode up

Without making a sound

Dood was working the plow

Far away from his rifle

Tried to get to it

But the Bandit drew down

Last thing he remembered

Was Juanita screaming

As the world faded black

And Dood crumpled down

When he came to, the bandit

Was nowhere to be seen

His true love Juanita

Nowhere to be found

A man and his rifle

A mule and his hound

One in the saddle

One on the ground

He saw the ball had passed through

Clean as a church floor

And the wound was washed up

By Sam his old hound

So he saddled up Shamrock

And powdered his rifle

And put on his old hat

Worn, weathered, and brown

Told his son to stay strong

Take care of his sister

Till Daddy returned

With Mama safe and sound

Then they set out together

To go find Juanita

Ol' Dood in the saddle

And Sam on the ground

Vowing never to stop

Till Juanita is found

A man and his rifle

A mule and his hound

One in the saddle

One on the ground

One in the saddle

One on the ground