THE APPALOOSA MARE

They pulled up in a station wagon Lookin' for a horse to buy. I didn't have many left - Sold most to some camp guy.

But there were four behind the barn They'd look at if they could. "What about that appaloosa?" I replied, "She don't look too good."
He said, "I used to own some horses And I've got a pretty good eye For judging conformation; Her withers are slightly high."

She said, "Yes, but the bones are fine And the forehead's nice and wide. The shoulders are sloped just right; And what a remarkably colored hide."
I drawled, "Yup, them spots are showy. But no, I don't think you should Take that mare on home with you 'Cause she don't look too good."
They eyeballed her up and down, Felt for flaws that might be hidden, An' jest a lovin' that flashy coat An' asked if she'd ever been ridden.
"Most likely has, but this mare's More for makin' colts in a brood. You don't want her for ridin' 'Cause she don't look too good."

With that I hopped upon her back To prove she wouldn't buck. They smiled at each other An' I knew I was in luck.
I said, "She's priced eight hundred, firm." They had the cash on hand. They asked, "Can you deliver?" "I'll go load her in the van."
Next day he came back snortin' fire, "You lying, horse tradin' hood. You cheat, that appaloosa's blind." "I told ya...she don't look too good."