On the road to Spanish Fort I'd always see him
Every time that I rode into town
And I'd tip my hat as I rode past the old man
Until one day he asked me to step down
He said I can see that you're a caballero
As I was in times of long ago
So let's talk a while and maybe I will tell you
The truth of every horse I ever rode
CHORUS:
Every horse is born of the same spirit
It's the hands of man that makes their blood run cold
But to win their heart and soul
You must make him your amigo
That's the truth of every horse I ever rode
From that moment on I'd spend my free time with him
And listen as he talked of bygone days
Of bringin' Spanish ponies 'cross the Rio
And the bravo mustang with his ancient ways
It's so easy taking simple words for granted
But I hung on to his stories like pure gold
In time I came to understand their meaning
And the truth of every horse I ever rode
CHORUS
But to win their heart and soul
You must make them your amigo
That's the truth of every horse I ever rode
