Time's when old Zane could run
As fast as any horse in the Texas sun
But that was back in '51,
Too many trails ago
CHORUS: And it's get up Zane the ground's too cold
And it's get up Zane I know you're getting old
You've got the whooping cough and a sway back fold
And it's get up old Zane Grey.
They shipped him up north early one spring
And auctioned him off to a rental string
Ten long years in a dusty old ring
Dreaming of his Texas home
?A sorrel red high covered over with flour?
And you could ride old Zane for a dollar an hour
That outlaw trails by the water tower
Till Zane couldn't ride no more
You're gonna live out your days in the back ranch grass
Swatting at the flies as the mares go past
A broke down trot is about as fast
As old Zane Grey can move.
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