cowboy's best friend is his pony
Yes sir, I can prove it to you
One day I was lost in a blizzard
My pillow was faithful and true
We were out riding after stray doggies
And many a mile we had gone,
we knew by sun up that morning,
that we were in for a big storm.
We had a bunch stringing homeward,
Kendo was tired so was I.
I was thinking of supper and blankets,
when something went wrong in the sky.
Oh, out of the north wind came howling.
The snow was like sand on your face.
The wind like a knife that cut deeper.
My hat took a trip into space.
The doggies went on in the snowstorm.
Lost in the dust and the snow.
We knew they were drift with the blizzards,
I say little Pinto, let's go.
We started out for the ranch house,
Plum miserable, hungry and cold.
Pinto knew I was wrong in directions,
Not another mean foot would he go.
I called him a mean little bronco.
I cussed him and called him a fool.
To my answer he lit into pitchers.
Right then he decided to rule.
Oh, how the wind howled around us,
dark and wicked that night,
I gave him his head for to guide me,
so when I spied a dim yellow light,
I'll hand it to my little Pinto,
he saved me from freezing that day.
Oh, there's no friend like a pony
cowboy's best friend is his pony,
a real pal by night and by day.
And with you they'll share
that often will come our the way.
When we ride on the ranges in heaven,
In the round -up on that judgment day,
On earth they will prove true unfaithful,
