There was blood on the saddle and blood all around,
And a great big puddle of blood on the ground.
A cowboy lay in it all covered with gore,
And he never will ride any broncos no more.
Oh, pity the cowboy, all bloody and red,
'Cause a bronco fell on and mashed in his head.
There was blood on the saddle and blood all around,
And a great big puddle of blood on the ground.
There there, dear little darlins, don't you be misled.
That cowpoke jist looks all gory 'n red 'n he ain't dead.
Jist fakin' it, he is, his fair share of a day's work to skip.
That ain't blood you're a seein'. Ha! It's jist ketchip.
Knows it won't work, the crazy bloke!
It's jist his dumb idea of a joke.
My apologies for desecrating this fine old song with that last verse and the last two lines—just to entertain our children and bug them for consuming so much catsup (cat soup). One of them wears a T-shirt with the announcement, "I put ketchup on my ketchup."
