Free Cee No It Was Not a Ford
NO, IT WASN'T A FORD
Whoa, slow that wild mustang down
but yet and still get out of town
put a bit in his mouth and a saddle on his back
and don't even take time to pack
just ride that steed as fast as the wind is able
and use any flat rock as a table
it can be coal black or sedimentary brown
just don't ride back into that town
there ain't no six guns to be afraid of
but there is the ever present word named “love”
the way you love your mustang steed
take not of what you want, but of what you need
and you need not the trouble that town can cause
because you'll end up needing a needle, thread, rubbing alcohol and gauze
since it's been a heavy weight which for too long you've carried
so even though you love the lovely lanky lady, brother, I know first hand that she's married
(C) 2012......copyright PHREEPOETREE~free cee!~
© 2012....copyright 2012 PHREEPOETREE~free cee!~
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