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