I used to ride a little old speckled roan. I told him lots of things I wouldn't have told at home.
I said to the speckled roan, said I, "I'm so lonesome I could die, but I ain't gonna stay lonesome very long."
I used to ride a little ole yellow dun. Mending fences, rode him in the rain and sun.
I said to the yellow dun, said I, "I'm gonna be rich or know the reason why. Gonna take my money to town and find the fun."
And then I bought me a big old ropin' gray. Roped for money and I made it ev'ry day.
But I said to the ropin' gray, said I, "I sure do miss that prairie sky," and he let out laughin' and he surely knowed the way.
I brought my money home and I brought it home to stay. Couldn't have stayed in town, not another day.
I'm gonna live out under a prairie sky. Gonna live out there 'till the day I die with the roan and the dun and the big old ropin' gray.
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