They said an old Apploosa
Just wouldn't be no good
that I should save up more money
and buy a good quarter horse if I could.
Besides, they said he's a stallion
and coming on 13
and them big whit circles round both eyes
make him look plumb mean
Fella said he'd been a cutter
but I thought he mighta lied
it looked to me like it would take a lot
to put a spark in that old horse's eyes
But I took him home anyway
and fed him up real well
and all them years on just dry grass weel now ya can't even tell.
as for the cuttin, as it turns out
the fella told me true
mattera fact there just ain't a whole lot
that spotted horse can't do
He'll work rank cattle all day long
and sell dome needs a rest
when we still got ten miles to go
he'll give his very best
he'll climb a ridge so steep
that a packer's mule would faint
then he'll sit and slide down the other side
he ain't never heard of cain't
he'll pack three kids round the yard
on sunday afternoon
but when I mount up on a cool fall morning
he'll buck me too the moon
he's got a few bad habits
bout which nothin can be done
like dumpin me in a pond and rolling
with my finest saddle on
He aint an early riser
In the morning I'll walk to his stall
he'll be sound asleep and snoring
loud enough to shake the walls down
he wouldn't make much of a show horse
he don't take kindly to baths
but I give him one every now and then
just to make the neighbors laugh
he looks real pretty for a moment or teo
until I let him go
then he heads to the nearest mud puddle
to roll and put on a show
he's never worn a blanket
but I expect I'd know what he'd do
he's reach around with that big roman head
and give a good chew
he don't know nothin bout longeing
running in circles dont make no sense
trainer firend of mine tried to teach em
but the kick that he got made him wince
Old devil horse almost got me killed
my neighbot was loadesd for bear
appy had jusmped the fence and crossed the road
and breeded his arabian mare
I held my breath for nearly a year
wonderin if i'd be dead
but, thank the Lord, when the filly came
she had her mother's head
but me and that old jug-heade horse
We've gotten used to each other's ways
we both like pretty mares, the smell of hay
and warm october days
and he always comes a runnin
when he sees me headin for the gate
though I doubt it's me he's lookin for
he's just worried bout his dinner bein late
fact is, i probably couldn't run him off
even if I'd try
he's found a home and job with me
Recon I'll keep him til I die
I was riding one day at trail where I boarded my horses. I had a snaffel bit in my horses mouth,which had never given my problems before. At the end of the rail you have to go up a huge hill to get back to the barn. Well, this particular day we were running up the hill and he SPIT THE BIT OUT OF HIS MOUTH! The bit was on the side of his and the briddle leather was going through his mouth. Well, this scared him, he came to a dead stop and backed into a tree. That scared him even more so he reared. When he reared up, I went off the back and rolled half-way down the hill. Well, my horse was so wonderful that insted of heading back to the barn, he came looking for me to see if I was ok. We sat there for a minute with him nudging me, Iguess he was saying"I'm sorry." Of course I forgave him. But after that I had to switch bits.