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1997Writer(s): Michael Martin MurpheyWell, they mixed a little Celtic with Spanish bloodAnd a dash of ThoroughbredSo, the legend begins of America''s horseA horse with a level headIf he''s cutting cattle out on the ranchOr making some cowboy shineThere''s never been a horse like America''s horseCrossing that finish lineOh, yes, I''m a Quarter horse riderSaddle up and let me runAmerica''s horse won''t let you downWhen ther?''s running and work to be doneAnd there''s work to be doneOh, give me a pony that''s got some senseAnd knows how to work a cowA horse that''s rugged and keeps his headAnd takes off running right nowYou can bet your money and bet your bootsWhen he runs that quarter mileCan tie that calf in money timeWhile the fans in the stands go wildOh, yes I''m a Quarter horse riderSaddle up and let me runAmerica''s horse won''t let you downWhen there''s running and work to be doneAnd there''s work to be doneInstrumentalAll the names of the ones that went beforeWill live on through all timeOld Janus and Sir Archy in colonial daysStarted the great bloodlineThere was Steel Dust, Traveler, old Cold DeckLittle Joe, King, and Peter McCueYellow Jacket, Cowboy, old Joe BaileyJenny and Delamore tooThere was Shiloh, Billy, and Locks RondoHow old Dan Tucker could runOld Fred, Zantanon, Concho ColonelAnd Joe Hancock, the mighty oneThere was Mr San Peppy, and Impressive tooAnd the Oklahoma StarOld Sorrel, Joe Reid, Flying BobLeo and Doc BarOh, yes, I''m a Quarter horse riderSaddle up and let me runAmerica''s horse won''t let you downWhen there''s running and work to be doneOh, yes, I''m a Quarter horse riderSaddle up and let me runAmerica''s horse won''t let you downWhen there''s running and work to be done(And there''s work to be done)Oh, yes, I''m a Quarter horse riderSaddle up and let me runAmerica''s horse won''t let you downWhen there''s running and work to be done...