Michael Martin Murphey — Quarter Horse Rider

Well they mixed a little Celtic with Spanish blood And a dash of Thoroughbred So the legend begins of America's horse A horse with a level head If he's cutting cattle out on the ranch Or making some cowboy shine There's never been a horse like America's horse Crossing that finish line Oh, yes I'm a Quarter horse rider Saddle up and let me run America's horse won't let you down When therе's running and work to be done And therе's work to be done Oh, give me a pony that's got some sense And knows how to work a cow A horse that's rugged and keeps his head And takes off running right now You can bet your money and bet your boots When he runs that quarter mile Can tie that calf in money time while the fans in the stands go wild Oh, yes I'm a Quarter horse rider Saddle up and let me run America's horse won't let you down When there's running and work to be done And there's work to be done All the names of the ones that went before Will live on through all time Old Janus and Sir Archy in colonial days Started the great bloodline There was Steel Dust, Traveler, old Cold Deck Little Joe, King, and Peter McCue Yellow Jacket, Cowboy, old Joe Bailey Jenny and Delamore too There was Shiloh, Billy, and Locks Rondo How old Dan Tucker could run Old Fred, Zantanon, Concho Colonel And Joe Hancock, the mighty one There was Mr San Peppy, and Impressive too And the Oklahoma Star Old Sorrel, Joe Reid, Flying Bob Leo and Doc Bar Oh, yes I'm a Quarter horse rider Saddle up and let me run America's horse won't let you down When there's running and work to be done And there's work to be done