I got a coal‐black mare But Lord how that horse can run Yes she win every race Man you don't see how it's done I give her three gold teeth I put earrings in her ears There ain't no use a‐worrying I do swear the stuff is here I cut her mane I put streamline shoes on her feet Ain't a horse in the country I do swear my horse can't beat Say she foxtrot and pace And I rode that horse today Yeah when morning comes She had never broke her gait She going to the race track at midnight And I rode her all night long Yeah when morning come She had never changed her weight She's a coal‐black mare She's got long black curly mane Well I'll follow that horse Man in any land