"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
Copyright © Danny Nunn | Year Posted 2009
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