But you can't go wrong with a song about a horse
Now Joe Walker's mare was a mighty good ride
She was no bag of bones, she was no hunk of hide
And he gave her to me the day that he died
Joe Walker's mare was a mighty good ride
When Joe Walker found her she was lonesome and lame
Her tail in a tangle, birds in her mane
In the Arbuckle mountains in the cold pourin' rain
When Joe Walker found her she was lonesome and lame, yaw
Now Joe Walker rode her for 20-some years
He viewed most of the country between her two ears
He found her a good one and never switched gears
Joe Walker rode her for 20-some years
She never rared up, she never broke loose
Why she carried a queen or a chopped up baboose
Bareback and brattle, no saddle no use
She never rared up, no, she never broke loose, yaw
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And she pulled the wagon that hauled him away
In the box that he built for his buryin' day
She even dropped her head for the preacher to pray
And then I unhitched the wagon and they hauled him away
And I never rode her, it just didn't seem right
Oh I brushed her and I combed her almost every night
And I thought about it, but dream as I might
I would not ride her, it just didn't seem right
So in the Arbuckle mountains, somewhere runnin free
Is the son of that mare Joe Walker gave me
I turned him loose the day that she died
Joe Walker's mare was a mighty good ride
She was no bag of bones, no hunk of hide
Joe Walker's mare was a mighty good ride, yaw yeah
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Here we go!
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Thank you
Well, now you can see what I am up against