I've been a foot for a while now
and it really hurts my pride.
Just an old cowboy without a mount;
I need me a brand new ride.
I tried out several used one's;
they were someone else's problem child;
guess I'll just have to make me one
that will really fit my style.
I got a big, red two year old
that I kept hidden from the rest.
I sold all the other colts
cause I knew he was the best.
He's big and strong and gentle,
an old man's horse, he might be.
He took the saddle pretty good
and now it's time to see.
I slide my left food in the stirrup
and I pulls his head around;
I feel him get a little hump
as my right foot leaves the ground.
Just look at me I'm thinking;
I'm sitting on my colt.
Just like when I was a young buck,
oh, Lord don't let him bolt.
But, like I said he's gentle,
he just walks around the pen.
And now I got him trotting,
he'll soon be ready for a spin.
Now we are loping,
just a buzzing around the pen.
I'm praying I can stop him,
and thankful we're shut inů
I rode him for an hour;
now it's time to step on down;
then I get a funny feeling
as I'm safe back on the ground.
My legs don't seem to want to work,
my feet don't move just right.
My knees are making funny sounds,
and my groins a little tight.
I'll get me some good horse liniment
and I'll bathe in it tonight.
I may just be a little stiff
but, I think I'll be alright.
And tomorrow will be another day,
I'm looking forward to our ride.
I may have to get a bucket
and put it down by his side.
But, I know it will all be worth it;
all this pain I'm going thru.
Just an old broke down cowboy
and a colt that just turned two.
- Lee Jones