Ol' Blue

Dust devils dance on the hard-pack track

Where Ol' Blue used to run.

Now he's swaybacked, ain't no turnin' back,

His racing days are done.

Ol' Blue, Ol' Blue,

What's a good horse to do?

When his speed is gone,

And his work is through?

He earned his keep, pulled the plow so deep,

Brought the harvest home.

Now he just stands, with the reins in his hands,

Dreamin' he ain't alone.

Ol' Blue, Ol' Blue,

What's a good horse to do?

When his speed is gone,

And his work is through?

Some say a horse ain't got no soul,

Just muscle and bone.

But I see a light, burnin' bright,

In them eyes lookin' home.

Ol' Blue, Ol' Blue,

What's a good horse to do?

When his speed is gone,

And his work is through?