Fudd McGorges

Some turned mustang ran with wild horses
Wanted to be free, tells Fudd McGorges
Breedin‘ horses takes a man you know
Was ‘bout fourty in the Great Depression
T’was all over horses out of fashion
It’s the legends that remain you know
It’s said –
Mustangs have rollers in their nose
Try again boy if you happen to get close
Mother nature shows

Chestnut brown or white as snow man
Sorrel red dappled palomino
Palomino – look it up in Webster’s please
They escaped them conquistadores
Defied the Indians and the saddle horses
It’s the gun the railroad the cities that killed ‘em
Oh man gone are them times
Maybe there is somethin‘ left
There’s a sayin‘ in the West

There’s nothin‘ so good for the inside of a man
As the outside of a horse

Rope a mustang and he’ll fight the rope man
It’s not easy when there is a slope man
He’ll run down don’t break your neck you know
Chestnut brown or white as snow man
Sorrel red dappled palomino
America’s become so small you know
Oh man gone are them times
Maybe there is somethin‘ left
There’s a sayin‘ in the West

There’s nothin‘ so good for the inside of a man
As the outside of a horse