Past your prime, put out to pasture
I ... promptly do bet on those ...
Within her days she was no filly ba*tard(?)
till that one fateful winter so cold
Yeah, all the bookies and betters never banked on the weather
that sick december bug in the the air
The points kept on spreading
Till you cut off to winnin'
and left me with a tired ol' gray mare
Well now the the pony to bet on
is the old nag I sit on
Getting drunk in the .. brush her hair
The pony to bet on, yeah well she's a fat one
but not as fat as the tears that I shed
So I walk her to bed
That ... bottle stretched(?) home(?)
Well our tarnished old .. and .. is emtpy
The weeds and roses have withered away
But the whiskey and the bullets are plenty
How I wish you were here with us today
We went from trophies and ...
Full of hayrides for cripples
and small town parades down to the fair
Well now the the pony to bet on
is the old nag I sit on
Getting drunk in the .. brush her hair
The pony to bet on, yeah well she's a fat one
but not as fat as the tears that I shed
So I walk her to bed
That ... bottle stretched(?) home(?)
Yeah I walk her to bed
two losers ... bottle ....