Jane Bowers

I used to ride a little old speckled roan.
I told him lots of things I wouldn't have told at home.
I said to the speckled roan,
said I, "I'm so lonesome I could die,
but I ain't gonna stay lonesome very long."

I used to ride a little ole yellow dun.
Mending fences, rode him in the rain and sun.
I said to the yellow dun, said I,
"I'm gonna be rich or know the reason why.
Gonna take my money to town and find the fun."

And then I bought me a big old ropin' gray.
Roped for money and I made it ev'ry day.
But I said to the ropin' gray,
said I, "I sure do miss that prairie sky,
" and he let out laughin' and he surely knowed the way.

I brought my money home and I brought it home to stay.
Couldn't have stayed in town, not another day.
I'm gonna live out under a prairie sky.
Gonna live out there 'till the day I die with the roan
and the dun and the big old ropin' gray.