I got a coal‑black mare
But Lord how that horse can run
Yes she win every race
Man you don't see how it's done
I give her three gold teeth
I put earrings in her ears
There ain't no use a‑worrying
I do swear the stuff is here
I cut her mane
I put streamline shoes on her feet
Ain't a horse in Kentucky
I do swear my horse can't beat
Say she foxtrot and pace
And I rode that horse today
Yeah when morning comes
She had never broke her gait
She going to the race track at midnight
And I rode her all night long
Yeah when morning come
She had never changed her weight
She's a coal‑black mare
She's got long black curly mane
Well I'll follow that horse
Man in any land.
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