| Chorus:
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| I want to ride on the black horse,
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| The black horse, the black horse.
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| Daddy, put me up on the black horse,
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| 'Cause he’s the one for me.
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| Oh, the black horse lives on the merry-go-round
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| That plays a marching song,
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| And it’s just like being in a big parade
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| That goes on all day long.
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| The music starts and away we go,
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| And the black horse gallops and the rest go slow,
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| 'Cause he’s the one in the very front row,
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| And he’s the one for me.
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| (Chorus)
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| Oh, the white horse is a beautiful horse
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| But he doesn’t gallop at all,
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| And the little red wagon’s only made
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| For children very small.
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| But people come from all over town
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| To see the black horse go up and down,
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| And I wave my hat when we come around,
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| And he’s the one for me.
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| (Chorus) |