He was big and raw boned
And his head was kind of long;
He didn't cost very much,
I bought him for a song.
For three or four years
I rode that old bay hide;
Then Clayton needed a horse
And it was love at first ride.
They thought they could do it all,
That was Clayton and Old Bay;
Be it goat tie, team pen, head or heel,
Or even breakaway.
Oh, how he loved that old bay horse,
Though there were better ones around;
When it came time for the rodeo,
He always took Old Bay to town.
The year they both turned sixteen
God called our Clayton away.
It left a giant hole in our hearts,
That is still there to this day. |
For the next five years, Bay was semi-retired.
He got rode once in a while;
Though he started to limp, he tried his best.
He always had that style.
I know when Bay made his last trip,
There was a little angle waiting there;
Once more to hug his old bay neck
And brush his old bay hair. -Lee Jones
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