I got a coal‑black mare:
But Lord how that horse can run
Yes she win every race:
Man you don't see how it's done
I give her three gold teeth:
I put earings in her ears
There ain't no use a‑worrying:
I do swear the stuff is here
I cut her mane:
I put streamline shoes on her feet
Ain't a horse in the country:
I do swear my horse can't beat
Say she foxtrot and pace:
And I rode that horse today
Yeah when morning comes:
She had never broke her gait
She going to the race track at midnight:
And I rode her all night long
Yeah when morning come:
She had never changed her weight
She's a coal‑black mare:
She's got long black curly mane
Well I'll follow that horse:
Man in any land
