Up On The Divide Lyrics - West Was Burning - Martha Scanlan

Go cinch up the saddle, ol Dunny and me 

gonna drive up the cattle where the snow used to be 

I ain't much for nothin, but still I can ride 

and the springtime's a-comin 

up on the divide, 

springtime's a-comin up on the divide 

Ol Charlie he sold out and he lost everything 

a fifty-two Chevy and a Navajo ring 

busted flat broken and split open wide 

and the springtime's a-comin 

on the divide, 

springtime's a-comin up on the divide 

The grave on the hillside is long overgrown 

been twenty-two years since I gathered stones 

twenty-two more since I made her my bride 

and the springtime's a-comin 

on the divide, 

springtime's a-comin up on the divide 

My granddaddy died here in nineteen and three 

and he gave up this gun that my daddy gave me 

I'm hopin there's somewhere we can all rope and ride 

and the springtime's a-comin 

on the divide, 

springtime's a-comin up on the divide