Historical Folk Lyrics
"Powderhorn"

Out in the West you have oft heard it said
The only good paint horse is one that is dead;
But to rules there's exceptions, and we've one to show,
So take a deep seat, watch this paint filly go.

CHORUS:
Miss Aledo, Miss Aledo, swing to and fro,
Watching those dogies wherever they go;
First to the right, and then to the left,
Always out in front of them, doing your best.

It was down at Fort Worth at the big fat stock show
Bob first had the chance to watch this filly go.
He walked right up to 'em, says, "How much would you take?
" They said enough money to make a rent or a stake.

Bob says, "I'll take her, but now let me see,
Will you take a check for the former 'Cross B ?'"
The boys says, "No, Bob, it's cash that I want,"
So he gets the two thousand and pays him right off.

CHORUS:
So Miss Aledo, Miss Aledo, swing to and fro,
Watching those dogies wherever they go;
First to the right, then to the left,
Always out in front of them, doing your best.

Watch her go to 'em, she does it so neat,
It looks like the filly's got brains in her feet.
She's always a-watching, she seems to out-guess,
Anything that she's working, she's doing her best.

People will tell you it takes time to show
A good cuttin' pony the right place to go;
But this little paint filly just naturally knows
More than most horses, she's just two years olc1.

CHORUS:
Miss Aledo, Miss Aledo, swing to and fro,
Watching those dogies wherever they go;
First to the right, then to the left,
Always out in front of 'em, doing your best.

If it's good cutting horses you're wanting to see
Go out north of Stafford upon the Cross B;
Miss Aledo and Powder and Old Yeller Pet,
The best cuttin' hosses the West has seen yet.