In Texas

When I was a boy my greatest joyWas a trip to the stables and corralTo saddle up that little bay ponyThat felt so much like my palHe would nose around my pocketsTo see if I brought him a treatThen I would comb his mane and brush his tailAnd clean the dirt from his feetI would mount up and put him in a gallopHis pleasure he could not hideHe would bow his neck and prance like a steedTo show his equi...