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By



Richard P. Haesche





Since you saddled up that bay

and rode into the West,

I felt I had to talk away

this burnin' in my chest,



I know I'm goin' 'bout it wrong,

in Smitty's bar each night,

You'll find me there 'tween drink and song

The third stool from the right.



The cowboys all surround me there

A-drinkin' up their booze

But nights like this, they ain't so rare,

'Cause there ain't much more to choose.



I'm there each day in Smitty's place

From noon to blackest night,

I'm settin' much too fast a pace

Can't keep from gettin' tight.



You went an' left me honey

To chase that other gal,

Poker took your hard earned dough

An' lost it to your pal.



I might've made you happy, dear,

In mostly every way

'Til she came walkin' down the street

And led you off astray.



I'm waitin' all this time for you

In Smitty's Bar and Grill,

I'm feelin' lonesome, sad and blue

And pinin' for you still.



A cowboy takes me home each night

Beneath a yellow moon

He leaves me right outside my door

And picks me up each noon.



So I spend another day at Smitty's

Comin' home all drunk and gritty,

And lookin' up that trail most every night.



And some day, dear, if you lay claim

To your one and only flame,

I'll be waitin' on that stool, third from the right.