A Hoarse Horse’s Lament
Words and music by Christopher White

When my master and I approached Santa Fe,
My throat had turned dead-brown,
And all I desired, was some water to quench the fire in my throat,
And another gulp to wash it down. 

Well, he brought me to the trough, and he had himself a cough,
Then he staggered on inside.
Then to my surprise, when I looked down with my eyes,
I saw that my trough had run dry.

Well, whoever said you can’t lead a horse to water and make him drink,
Never met a horse as thirsty as me, or he was a lying fink.

Well, my master is inside drinking whiskey,
While I’m tied up out here.
If he could see the look on my pretty face,
He’d at least bring me a beer.

Oh Neigh-O! Me say Neigh-O!
Neigh-O all the whole day long!
If Jesus Christ would see to it to quench my thirst,
Lord knows this would be a happy song.