"old Doc"

Doc was a tiger stripped buckskin dun cow pony Looked like the one Marshal Dillon rode A fine piece of horse flesh he was He was all heart, was no phony He like to buck and loosen his load That is the way Doc was Rope a bull, Doc would pull it like a freight train Never look back until the job was done Pull it through prickly pear and cockel burrs He knew his reward would be oats and grain Once we rode to the barn at the setting sun But, you did not want to ride Doc with spurs One day he was fine, the next he was not He was a tornado, hurricane and earth quake All rolled into one, the sun of a gun That is not the way he was taught When he went to bucking, the world would shake Doc was not always a lot of fun He had a lot of cow in him, good around cattle The best horse I ever rode, until he went the other way Then he would make every bone in your skeleton ratttle Riding Doc could be a battle Cause Doc got his way Two things that Doc did not like on his back, cowboys and saddles