Misc Originals – Bert Tann - Black Horse (Guitar)

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I went riding on my Black horse, “Black Bess’s” Is her name

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We rode over the hills and rode over the plains with “Black Bess’s” dancing main

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Black as coal with one ear white, her tail almost touches the ground

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We rode through New-Mexico onto the bad-lands of the Texas plains, never to return

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We turned north to the Oklahoma winds, followed the trail east.

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Sparkling saddle of leather and gold, comfort on Bess’s jet black back

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On our travels the people we met, never to be seen again

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Riding under the hot sun in the dusty wind looking for a river crossing east

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Heading home to a far off land, of green fields I left long ago

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My journey home will take many a long sunset and dawn shadows rider and horse

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This story of a bearded grey man, holding the reins of horse and flintlock gun,

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This horse never missed a foot is gentle kind, our friendship  grows as we travel

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Covering the plains with ease, as my horse sails these  lands

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As I ride this land holding the reins of Bess she walks across this country

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I see the lands of my home, after many months with Bess’s sure foot

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On this journey my hair has greyed, it matches my beard and cloths in tatters

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Smoke from a stone walled chimney drifted slowly in the clear sky

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We walk wearily to my home, I greeted by an old man my younger brother Steve