Dead Horses

The saddest thing I think

That I ever saw

Was a little buckskin pony

Mourning from her stall

The mama lay beside the fence

Under a tarp out in the rain

Peeking from the plastic

Was her honey-colored mane

I sat down on a water trough

Wrung my hands and cried

"Suppose we're all just animals

With slightly different hides"

I never got used to watching horses die

They die badly, it has kept me up at night

I never got used to watching horses die

Count my pretty ponies

When I greet the morning light

The horses got to running

On one cooling summer day

Feeling tine and frisky

Till a hole got in the way

A boss mare tore her shoulder

Her stance was at a tilt

Now she's softly sleeping under

The green alfalfa quilt

Graddy Prewilt took his Bobcat

And buried her for me

The dead wagon must turn around

How happy I should be

I never got used to watching horses die

They die badly, it has kept me up at night

I never got used to watching horses die

Count my pretty ponies

When I greet the morning light

Wild horses are in excess

Herds are growing by the day

The once prized domestic pet

Ain't worth the price of hay

They've been turned out on to strip mines

Get to starving once it's snowed

They'll wonder off the mountain top

To lick salt off of the roads

This little girl inside me

Is chomping at the bit

She cannot save them all

A truth hard to admit

I never got used to watching horses die

They die badly, it has kept me up at night

I never got used to watching horses die

Count my pretty ponies

When I greet the morning light

I never got used to watching horses die

Count my pretty ponies

When I greet the morning light