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