The Last Wild Mustang
Performed by Fred Eaglesmith
Transcribed By Tom Hamilton
Transcribed from Live performance at
The Thirsty Armadillo Ft TX 14 Mar 02

CAPO 4th Fret

G - C Slow Melodic finger pickin'

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Well the old man just stared    Never once did he lift          His eyes to look into mine
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They were starvin' in Montana  The government tried to feed them  But they ran out of money and time
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We could take them for free      If we paid the shipping        And promised to let them go wild
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So take a good look son         This is the last mustang pony   You'll probably see in your life
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They shipped from the prairies  But wound up in Wisconsin       Somebody mixed up, the boxcars
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And two days without water  And they went half crazy  Before somebody figured out, where they'd gone
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And a quarantine order          At the border for six weeks     And all but this single one died
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So take a good look son         Because it's the Last Wild Mustang You'll probably see in your life
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And the old man crouched down   And he took out a seringe       And slowly administered the dose
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And while he gave it the shot   Never once did he stop          Talking quietly to that young horse
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And he picked up his head       And he put in his lap   And he stroked it's mane until it died
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And the old man just stared     Never once did he lift          His eyes to look into mine

The LAST WILD MUSTANG   Fred Eaglesmith