Speckled Roan

Jane Bowers



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.