A Horse Called America
I have this horse
As good as a horse can be
And I love that old horse
She's a good ole horse to me
I named her America
When she was young and in her prime
She was good stock and breed
America stood twenty hands high
My horse America
Won all the races she did run
There was no stopping her
First out of the gate with the starting gun
My once proud America
Stood tall in liberty and life
But now I'm afraid she is getting
Old and of feeble mind
She no longer knows which way to go
No longer knows her left from right
I know this has been a long time going on
Though it seems to have happened over night
Not sure what it is that I should do
She's been too good to put her down
Plus she might get over this
She might just come around
She's always been out there running
Free and brave along the plains
And I do believe that kind of freedom
Will win out for America in the end
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