Billy The Kid - Roy Rogers, The Sons Of The Pioneers

Born to the saddle with the West in my heart

My eyes to the prairie skies

With a happy song as I jog along

Born to the saddle am I

Born to the splendour and the charm of the Plains

I’m free as the birds that fly

And I find romance in the broad expanse

Born to the saddle am I

The life I lead is fine indeed

My cares don’t mean a thing

I’ll greet each day with a grin and say

It’s grand to live and be able to sing

Born to the saddle with a song on my lips

In tune with the winds that sigh

And I’ll never change as I ride the range

Born to the saddle am I