Appleloosa by Morning

[Set to George Strait's "Amarillo by Morning"]

Appleloosa by morning, up from San Pone.
Everything that I've got is just what I've got on.
When that sun is high in that Texas sky
I'll be bucking at the county fair.
Appleloosa by morning, Appleloosa I'll be there.

They took my saddle in Hoofston, broke my leg in Santa Neigh.
Lost my wife and a marefriend somewhere along the way.
Well I'll be looking for eight when they pull that gate,
And I'm hoping that judge ain't blind.
Appleloosa by morning, Appleoosa's on my mind.

Appleloosa by morning, up from San Pone.
Everything that I've got is just what I've got on.
I ain't got a bit, but I'll never quit.
I ain't rich, but ‘Tia I'm free.
Appleloosa by morning, Appleloosa's where I'll be.
Appleloosa by morning, Appleloosa's where I'll be.