Speckled Roan

<br>Jane Bowers<br><br>I used to ride a little old speckled roan. I told him lots of things I wouldn`t have told at home.<br>I said to the speckled roan, said I, &quot;I`m so lonesome I could die, but I ain`t gonna stay lonesome very long.&quot;<br><br>I used to ride a little ole yellow dun. Mending fences, rode him in the rain and sun.<br>I said to the yellow dun, said I, &quot;I`m gonna be rich or know the reason why. Gonna take my money to town and find the fun.&quot;<br><br>And then I bought me a big old ropin` gray. Roped for money and I made it ev`ry day.<br>But I said to the ropin` gray, said I, &quot;I sure do miss that prairie sky,&quot; and he let out laughin` and he surely knowed the way.<br><br>I brought my money home and I brought it home to stay. Couldn`t have stayed in town, not another day.<br>I`m gonna live out under a prairie sky. Gonna live out there `till the day I die with the roan and the dun and the big old ropin` gray.