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