My Gal Don’t Like My Horse

I went out last night and I rode my horse to town
I went out last night and I rode my horse to town
When I got back, my sweet little gal, she weren’t around

My gal, she don’t like my horse no more
My gal, she don’t like my horse no more
Think she’s getting tired of waiting for that pony to bring me home

Well I like my coffee cup all whiskyed up
Well I like my coffee cup all whiskyed up
So keep the pot topped up and the party won’t ever stop

That old horse he knows his way back home
That old horse he knows his way back home
But that sweet little gal, she goes crazy when we’re gone

‘Cause when I leave the house that woman is sweet as pie
Ya, when I leave the house that woman is sweet as pie
But when I get back she’s screaming and yelling at me all the time


Allen Christie
November 11 2009