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His back is sway his mane is grey

He bows his head to eat his hay

He was a wild one

Yes he was wild once

 

Commanding grace his eyes his face

His bony frame remembers when

He was a wild one

In his day

He chased the western wind

He was once a cowboy’s friend

He loved the rodeo and the parade

He learned to step and prance

And never missed a chance

To show the beauty of his grade

In his day