Well, let me tell you story – about my country.
Please remind me that I want – to talk about horses.
My wife Judy says about me, that I spent years in desert , so should bring her some of mine, hidden valuable diamonds.

When my older son Billy was born – he had eyes like my dead horse.
Good parents should teach a young boy – to take care-of himself. Because
For his fifteens birthday I bought a gun, which he never should have got, it was in the best judgement, now he’s sitting in the criminal.

So I bought cows and horses – to make my farm bigger.
They say I am the king of – whips and the lassos.
My uncle paul is young and tall – hiha hija hija hou, when I travel west by horse, I’m always singing this song.