Where Horses Go
When the last roundup's all been done
The brandin' irons have cooled
When the spurs are hangin' on the wall
The bridles all are jeweled
There's a place where the grass is sweet
Water runs cool and clear
There are no fences or corrals
Danger is never near
That is where horses go, my friend
Paradise to run free
A life well lived and rest well earned
A perfect place to be
Sometimes a cowboy passes by
Goin' to his reward
Tears will fall as he tips his hat
He had no better pard'
3-7-20
Contest: Some Paradise Where Horses Go
Sponsor: Michelle Faulkner
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