Kids grow up and move away
Colts grow to studs and mares
To stray
Old nags as me they stay behind
While in our eyes
The youth still shines
Horses feel pain as much as man
Up tall on our back legs we stand
To lash out with hooves of steel
As horses---
Do you really care how we feel?
It's not about the kids they're gone
It's not the colts that are trampled on
They are strong stead
Will survive
While old mares
Will not be much longer alive
So what you going to do cowboy
Kick us in the side with those spurs
Whipped our backs to ride us fast
We are not kids or colts
Still somehow we last
Through rodeos
In towns we're new to
Through new shoes
From farriers
We are put through
A life we lived before you came
And set our aching backs aflame
With a fire
Not desired
To be shunned
Because as steads
We are done
Our plow pulling days
Have ended
For some brown mare
You have defriended
How does it make you feel
To turn your back
On a brown mare
Trying to be real
In reality she's not a horse
But not a kid or colt of course
So take our hides
Tan them for shoes and coats
Because we are proud
And pride it gloats
When kids and colts leave this town
Some old brown mare is still around...
