I Got A Horse   Al Simmons

When I was young my favourite TV show was Horse Opera. Every

Saturday morning I would watch my cowboy heroes save the day

then I would jump on my bicycle and ride around the

neighbourhood pretending my bike was my horse.  Many years later

I became obsessed with really turning my bike into a horse.  I

found an old bike in a friend's bike shop, and had him re-spoke

the wheels with the hubs off centre - so that when I peddled the

bike went up and down.  I then added another gear wheel and

chain that caused drum sticks to strike two coconuts to make the

clip-clop sound. I then added a puppet horse-head with blinking

eyes and a mouth that chomped at the bit and a backside with a

twirling tail.  A pony saddle and reigns finished it off.  I

then wrote a song to go along with the whole idea. The music

video of this song, staring Ol’ Spoke and I, is now featured on

my “I Collect Rocks” DVD.

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Well they call me slim, I stand six foot two

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Poundin’ leather, punchin’ cows, I’m a real buckaroo

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I can rustle up some grub in ten-seconds flat E7 A

And my legend will live longer, than my ten gallon hat

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Well I’m off to see my gal on my palomino pal

CHORUS

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I gotta horse (gotta horse), I gotta hat (gotta hat),

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I got a cowboy song

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I got a gal (gotta gal) I got a trail (gotta trail)

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I gotta mosie along-ong

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And when I’m rounding up the cattle, adding up the total

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I’ll be sitting in the saddle, lettin’ out a yodle,

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Yodle-a-de, yodle-o-de, Yodle-a-de-a-de,

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yodle-odle-a-de-hee

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Now let me introduce my horse

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To all you men and women folk

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He’s actually a bicycle, his names ol’ spoke

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You might wonder why training wheels are required

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He can’t stand up himself

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because he’s too tired. He’s too tired

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I’m the sheriff I’m the ranger

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I’m the marshall I’m the law

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I’m the good guy in the white hat

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And I’m quick on the draw

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The bad guys are waiting for me

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Somewhere around the bend

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But I really never shot no one I just pretend

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Well I’m climbin’ on my hossie

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and I’m calling out a possie

CHORUS

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 (Clip clop clip clop oo oo oo oo oo)

Yodle a de a de, yodle o dle a de hee