When I was a young’un
My Pa bought me a horse.
Down the road they were comin’
T’was’ my Pa’s choice, of course.
Pa named him Ole Paint
Wanted my help to round-up cattle,
Learn’t real quick a horsewoman I ain’t
Had trouble stayin’ in the saddle.
Pa grew a bit weary
His excitement disappeared a lot.
My talent left him teary,
He needed a boy, not the daughter he got.
Now, Ole Paint was mighty stubborn,
Didn’t like leaving the barn.
And toward home found you airborne,
‘cause Ole Paint lost his charm.
Ole Paint beat you home.
You got there the best you could.
The countryside Pa would roam
Swearin’ I’ll sell him for a cord of wood. |
