My character still carries his sword on his back, but he draws and sheaths from his hip. My companion is correctly carrying his sword on his hip though. Any suggestion on fixing this?
To the town of Whiterun rode a stranger one fine day Hardly spoke to folks around him, didn't have too much to say No one dared to ask his business, no one dared to make a slip For the stranger there among them had a big iron on his hip Big iron on his hip It was early in the morning when he rode into the town He came riding from the south side slowly lookin' all around He's an outlaw loose and running, came the whisper from each lip And he's here to do some business with the big iron on his hip Big iron on his hip In this town there lived an outlaw by the name of Nazeem Red Many men had tried to take him and that many men were dead He was vicious and a killer though a youth of 24 And the notches on his pistol numbered one and 19 more One and 19 more Now the stranger started talking, made it plain to folks around Was a Dovahkiin, wouldn't be too long in town He came here to take an outlaw back alive or maybe dead And he said it didn't matter he was after Nazeem Red After Nazeem Red Wasn't long before the story was relayed to Nazeem Red But the outlaw didn't worry men that tried before were dead 20 men had tried to take him, 20 men had made a slip 21 would be the ranger with the big iron on his hip Big iron on his hip The morning passed so quickly, it was time for them to meet It was 20 past 11 when they walked out in the street Folks were watching from the windows, everybody held their breath They knew this handsome stranger was about to meet his death About to meet his death There was 40 feet between them when they stopped to make their play And the swiftness of the ranger is still talked about today Nazeem Red had not cleared leather 'fore a dagger fairly ripped And the stranger's shout was deadly with the big iron on his hip Big iron on his hip It was over in a moment and the folks had gathered round There before them lay the body of the outlaw on the ground Oh, he might have went on living but he made one fatal slip When he tried to match the stranger with the big iron on his hip Big iron on his hip Big iron, big iron When he tried to match the stranger with the big iron on his hip Big iron on his hip
I'd use this over/ in addition to XPMSE because this mod is simple, does what it says on the tin and appears to do it smoothly. XPMSE has so many features I never noticed this was even one of them (I have it installed because another mod needed it). Don't be discouraged by the comments- there's a place for simple mods like this.
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With the Big Iron on his hip
Hardly spoke to folks around him, didn't have too much to say
No one dared to ask his business, no one dared to make a slip
For the stranger there among them had a big iron on his hip
Big iron on his hip
It was early in the morning when he rode into the town
He came riding from the south side slowly lookin' all around
He's an outlaw loose and running, came the whisper from each lip
And he's here to do some business with the big iron on his hip
Big iron on his hip
In this town there lived an outlaw by the name of Nazeem Red
Many men had tried to take him and that many men were dead
He was vicious and a killer though a youth of 24
And the notches on his pistol numbered one and 19 more
One and 19 more
Now the stranger started talking, made it plain to folks around
Was a Dovahkiin, wouldn't be too long in town
He came here to take an outlaw back alive or maybe dead
And he said it didn't matter he was after Nazeem Red
After Nazeem Red
Wasn't long before the story was relayed to Nazeem Red
But the outlaw didn't worry men that tried before were dead
20 men had tried to take him, 20 men had made a slip
21 would be the ranger with the big iron on his hip
Big iron on his hip
The morning passed so quickly, it was time for them to meet
It was 20 past 11 when they walked out in the street
Folks were watching from the windows, everybody held their breath
They knew this handsome stranger was about to meet his death
About to meet his death
There was 40 feet between them when they stopped to make their play
And the swiftness of the ranger is still talked about today
Nazeem Red had not cleared leather 'fore a dagger fairly ripped
And the stranger's shout was deadly with the big iron on his hip
Big iron on his hip
It was over in a moment and the folks had gathered round
There before them lay the body of the outlaw on the ground
Oh, he might have went on living but he made one fatal slip
When he tried to match the stranger with the big iron on his hip
Big iron on his hip
Big iron, big iron
When he tried to match the stranger with the big iron on his hip
Big iron on his hip