Ol' Sunup

 

Ol' Sunup will be my pard through thick or thin,

And I know as a race horse he may never win,

But he's got a great big heart and his manner is bold,

And he's good for a buck or two if the weather is cold.

Yes, he's throwed me hard and stepped on my knee,

But we covered a few thousand miles that horse an' me,

So I tell him I love him and how pretty he is

While he nickers softly for those carrots of his.

Oh, I know he'll jig an' spin and won't pay me no heed

Because if we ride in a group he's jus got to be in the lead,

But every once in while when we're alone on our canyon trail,

He does all I ask of him and we've got the world by the tail.

Now I'm gettin' old and fat and I surely must buckle his knees

But give him a straight away an' he can still split the breeze.

I swear that cayuse is still a thousand pounds of dynamite

An' even after all these years with me it's still love at first sight.

© Jerry England 1997