Swing Low Sweet Mustang

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Swing Low Sweet MustangRight before that rodeo, Mike pictured his old Mustangand riding as a young boy, 'long Texas riverbanksnow almost thirty years on, he was sneakin' Jim Beamto ease the pain in his back, from that bronc in Abilenesoon as that gate opened, those years past on the windwhen that bull rolled over, right on top of himMike crossed a sawdust river, and never felt a thingas a high wind from heaven, brought a horse with wingsswing low sweet Mustangloose him from mortal chainslet him ride freelong as his dreams can seeaway you go...swing low, swing lowswing low sweet MustangTom revved his racecar engine, thought back when he was eighteenhis first car flew like a bullet, and was green like Steve McQueen'syeah, right before his big race, something made him look backas if his cherished mem'ries, was the checkered flaghe was leading when he crossed, that final finish linewhen he blew that rear tire, he rolled twenty timessome folks saw an old green Ford, in the dark smoke that dayas a myst'ry ride swept in, and took poor Tom awayswing low sweet Mustangloose him from mortal chainslet him ride freelong as his dreams can seeaway you go...swing low, swing lowswing low sweet Mustangfor those who live without limitsknowing no fearfor those who spend ev'ry minutepushing frontiersswing low sweet mustangswing low sweet mustang(c)2006 Robert George