The Old Grey Mare

Say, Ernie, what kind of a song is this? Is it a ballad? Yes, it's sort of a ballad telling of the old gray mare. Well, trot it out.

Oh, the old gray mare was fighting at the front, fighting at the front, fighting at the front. The old gray mare was fighting at the front many long years

ago, many long years ago, many long years ago. Oh, the old gray mare was fighting at the front, fighting at the front, fighting at the front. The old gray

mare was fighting at the front many long years ago. Oh, the old gray mare ain't what she used to be, what she used to be, what she used to

be. The old gray mare ain't what she used to be many long years ago, many long years ago, many long years ago. Oh, the old gray mare ain't what

she used to be, what she used to be, what she used to be. The old gray mare ain't what she used to be many long years ago. No, Bill,

the old gray mare ain't what she used to be. The last race she ran, I bet on her at 25 to one. Yes, Ernie, and I remember she didn't

come in till half past three.

Oh, the old gray mare, she kicked at the whipple tree, kicked at the whipple tree, kicked at the whipple tree. The old gray mare, she kicked at the whipple

tree many long years ago, many long years ago, many long years ago. Oh, the old gray mare, she kicked at the whipple tree, kicked at the whipple tree, kicked

at the whipple tree. The old gray mare, she kicked at the whipple tree many long years ago. Say, Bill, you bought the old gray mare, didn't you? Yes, and

the man I bought her from said she could do a mile in two minutes, but I tried her out and the best she could do was a mile in

three minutes. Well, Bill, you know what you should have done? What's that? You should have waited a minute.

Oh, the old gray mare was burning up the track, burning up the track, burning up the track. The old gray mare was burning up the track many long years

ago, many long years ago, many long years ago. Oh, the old gray mare was burning up the track, burning up the track, burning up the track. The old gray

mare was burning up the track many long years ago. Oh, the old gray mare was lost to toot-a-too, lost to toot-a-too, lost to toot-a-too. The old gray mare, she

lost to toot-a-too many long years ago, many long years ago, many long years ago. Oh, the old gray mare, she lost to toot-a-too, lost to toot-a-too, lost to toot-a-too.

The old gray mare, she lost to toot-a-too many long years ago. Say, Bill, have you still got the old gray mare? Yes, yes, she's still over in the barn

over there. Well, call her over, Bill. Come on here, old gray mare.

Atta girl. Now tell the ladies and gentlemen how old you are.

Oh, oh, that's enough, that's enough. You're old enough. Oh, oh, oh.

Say, Bill, she's still got a good kick in her. Yes, she's the only thing that's got a kick left, Ernie.

Oh, the old gray mare, she liked her applejack, liked her applejack, liked her applejack. The old gray mare, she liked her applejack many long years ago, many long years

ago, many long years ago. Oh, the old gray mare, she chewed tobacco too, chewed tobacco too, chewed tobacco too. The old gray mare, she chewed tobacco too many long

years ago.