I can remember this song from my earliest years. Dad had it on a record that he protected like it was gold.
Just the daily thoughts and gripes of a guy attempting to survive in America's heartland.
Just the daily thoughts and gripes of a guy attempting to survive in America's heartland.
My Dad had Tex Ritter's Blood on the Saddle album. I've loved the song ever since I was little. My Dad used to play the title song for people just to get a reaction. It sounds like a drunk playing an out-of-tune guitar.
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