Monday, May 9, 2011

I Ride an Old Paint

When I die, take my saddle from the wall
Place it on my old pony, lead him out of his stall
Tie my bones to my saddle and turn our faces to the West
And we'll ride the prairie we love the best
Posted by Tom at 7:22 PM

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