[mustangjeano]

Why do I like horses. I think I must be mad.
My Mother wasn't horsey--and neither was my Dad.

But the madness hit me early- and it hit me like a curse.
And I've never gotten better. In fact I've gotten worse.

I hardly read a paper- but I know whose sold their horse.
And I wouldn't watch the news-Unless Mr. Ed was on- of course.

One eye's always on the heavens-But my washing waves in vain
As I rush to get the horses in-in case it's gonna rain.

I spend up every cent I've got - on horsey stuff for sure
I buy saddles, bridles, fancy boots- and the I buy some more

I can't sew a button- I don't even try
But I can back a truck and trailer- in the twinkling of an eye

It's jeans and boots that I live in night and day
And that smell of sweaty horses just doesn't wash away

But late at night when all is still- and I've gone to give them hay
I touch their velvet softness and my worries float away

They give a gentle nicker and they nuzzle thru my hair
And I know it's where my heart is-more here than anywhere

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