Wild Horses

Wild Horses I want wild horses and my funeral bright prancing in hooves shod in solid gold Even wilder horses at my grave site I beg this end when I get too damn old! I want six-shooters there loud blasting and cowboys wearing sharp toe boots I never planned on this trip long lasting always, great pride in my Southern roots! There was a pretty senorita a'dancing O' once she meant the world to me I want to remember our deep romancing like smooth waves on a shining sea! Nights I spent drinking and fighting STILL BRING A BIG SMILE TO ME I SEE HER AGAIN, MOON JUST A'LIGHTING that jet-black hair flowing so free! Time has way of hurting and a'eroding sending long cold shivers a'shaking Pray I see her again just a'holding apple pie for me she was a'baking! I want wild horses and my funeral bright prancing in hooves shod in solid gold Even wilder horses at my grave site I beg this end when I get too damn old! R. J. Lindley Date -ancient, maybe 69 or 70.. Note- OK, I made it(too damn old).. Now I want those horses a few more decades later- for life has given me both hope and love. My death, A'waitin' on me, instead of me A'waitin' on it..