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1998Writer: Michael Martin MurpheyMy foots in my stirrup and my bridles in my handGood morning young ladies, my pony won''t standGoodbye old Paint, I''m a leavin'' CheyenneGoodbye old Paint, I''m a leavin'' CheyenneOld horse, your days are numberedYour race is almost runBut I wouldn''t sell or trade ya, old horseBecause of the things you''ve doneJust what I''m gonna do with you sure has got me treedBut I promise you one thing, ol'' pard,They''ll never round you up to be dog food or chicken feedWho was once so toppySo pretty, so proud, so grandWell, your called a public nucance nowBy the folks who run this landThey say away with useless horsesThat almost makes me weepAway with useless horseMake a little more room for sheepAnd you crippled yourself in the ankle, old horseRunnin'' the last wolf off this rangeAnd now, theres no room for you, old horseMy God, some folks are strangeWell, we''ve seen many tough times togetherAnd though you weren''t always fitYou carried me through some tight places, old pardYou was never known to quitUp trails that were wantenly windingAnd down slides unGodly steepThrough quicksand or snow, if I wanted to goOr rivers wide and deepAnd you crippled yourself in the ankle, old horseYa, you took some pretty hard spillsRunnin'' precariously over the rough old hillsBut I can''t hold that against you, old horseHow were you to knowIf a smooth rock was layin'' there under a little fresh snowHow could you see a wash drifted over in winterOr per chance, a miniture lakeFroozen and covered, pretty hard to seeWell, these are chances cow ponies takeThat day the bumble bee stung youYou blamed it on to meAnd droppin'' your head pretty quickYou throwd me into a treeI was mad as I could be for a momentAnd then I saw the welts on youAnd I thought, well old boy, I guessYou done about the same as I would doAnd now, we''re ridin'' up against a hard one now, old horseAnd it could be we''re ridin'' for a fallBut I''m gonna hold on to you anyhowIn spite of all their gallI guess I''ll stake a homestead over yonder on Bitter CreekAnd build for you a pasture that''ll make you fat and slickAway with useless horses they sayUseless old horses if you pleaseWell, they won''t ever see that old bad ankle, old horseYour gonna be in grass way up past your knees