| Folks think you’re rich
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| When they see you got horses
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| Well that might be true
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| If my income sources
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| Weren’t eaten up
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| Every month on the boardage
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| For all of our four-legged friends
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| My accountant says
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| That my funds are depleted
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| But I keep my wealth
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| Right where I can see it
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| In pastures and barns
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| And in show arenas
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| Because of the money she spends
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| Well horse poor, horse poor
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| I sell one she buys two more
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| Luxuries we could afford
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| If we was rich and not horse poor
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| Well he must have forgot
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| The show where he met me
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| He said the way I sat
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| My saddle was sexy
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| He said a cowgirl like me
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| Was worth every penny
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| Better start making sense now my dear
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| You can build me a barn
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| And it better be heated
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| With a whole lotta stalls
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| And hire some kid to clean it
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| Buy me a stud
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| And smile when you feed it
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| Cause we’re just getting started 'round here
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| Well horse poor, horse poor
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| I sell one she buys three more
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| Luxuries we could afford
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| If we was rich and not horse poor
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| By the power invested
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| In me by the pony
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| You should be saddled
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| In this matrimony
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| I now pronounce you
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| Man wife and horses
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| You can kiss all your money goodbye
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| Well horse poor, horse poor
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| I sell one she buys four more
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| Luxuries we could afford
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| If we was rich and not horse poor
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| Horse poor, horse poor
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| I sell one she buys four more
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| Luxuries we could afford
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| If we was rich and not horse poor |