PALOMINO

Down in Sonoma, down on my luck Needing a horse, down to my last buck Man said 'That Pallo he's the devil to ride You can have him for the shotgun by your side'. 'Throw in the saddle,' I said, 'You got a deal' I was raised a rebel, I know how he feels The horse studied me, I understood him, We knew things could never be the same. I rode him across the plains, I rode him through snows and rains I rode him like a bullet train and he never never once complained. I rode him through rough terrains, I rode him down ragged lanes White tail, white flowing mane, you will never see his like again. The years rolled by for Pallo and me Worked open ranges but loved breaking free Mount Baker gold rush at the Lone Jack mine We were cold and hungry and close to dying. Then among the stones glory to behold Good God Almighty, I panned me some gold Sold my stake to some desperate men Then rode with my money like the wind. I rode him across the plains, I rode him through snows and rains I rode him like a bullet train and he never never once complained. I rode him through rough terrains, I rode him down ragged lanes White tail white flowing mane, you will never see his like again. Then came the deathly whistling sound A sniper's bullets dropped us to the ground Laid there with his head across my knee I swear that he was smiling back at me. All those good times running through his mind I knew he'd be willing, he knew I'd be kind Four more bullets and our lives were gone We rose again under a different sun I ride him across the plains, I ride him through snows and rains I ride him like a bullet train and he never never once complains. I ride him through rough terrains, I ride him down ragged lanes Grey ghosts on some spectral plane, as I ride my sacred horse again. SEE/HEAR ME SING THIS ON YOUTUBE. LOUIS SPENCE & GRAHAM BROTTON PALAMINO. Thank you.