Lyrics Western Country - Dirk Powell

I'm going to the western country now
Susananna gal
I'm going to the western country now
Susananna gal
How do you make your living now
Susananna gal
Drinking whiskey and playing cards
Susananna gal
Someone stole my little black dog
I wish they'd bring him back
He'd round the big pigs under the fence
And the little ones through the cracks
Hitch your Logan in the lead
And Morgan in behind
I'm going down that rocky road
Gonna see that gal of mine
Sixteen horses in my team
As I go riding by
And if I don't get to old Susananna
Lord knows the reason why