Speckled Roan

I used to ride a little old speckled roan
I told him lots of things I wouldn’t have told at home
I said to the speckled roan, said I, «I'm so lonesome I could die,
but I ain’t gonna stay lonesome very long.»
I used to ride a little ole yellow dun
Mending fences, rode him in the rain and sun
I said to the yellow dun, said I, «I'm gonna be rich or know the reason why.
Gonna take my money to town and find the fun.»
And then I bought me a big old ropin' gray
Roped for money and I made it ev’ry day
But I said to the ropin' gray, said I, «I sure do miss that prairie sky,»
and he let out laughin' and he surely knowed the way
I brought my money home and I brought it home to stay
Couldn’t have stayed in town, not another day
I’m gonna live out under a prairie sky. Gonna live out there 'till the day I
die with the roan and the dun and the big old ropin' gray