Joe Walker's Mare

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