Three hundred horses patiently stand,
Three hundred horses where'er they come and sprang,
Harnessed up in the dawn's early glow,
Three hundred horses a-rearing to go.
Oh, three hundred horses, all slick and grand,
Three hundred horses are in my command.
They're all well watered, they're all well shot,
Waiting for the foreman to give me the knot.
Oh, the load is heavy, the load is high,
The tops are on for keeping it dry,
There's over a hundred bales of wool,
Three hundred horses waiting to pull.
I'm out on the road,
out where I belong,
My mind's at ease and my heart is a-song,
For a week-long trip I've got all I need,
And three hundred horses a-gathering speed.
To the land of the free,
the land that I love,
The land with the southern cross up above,
The land of the sun and the wide-open spaces,
Three hundred horses have shouldered their traces.
Yeah,
three hundred horses patiently stand,
Three hundred horses where'er they come and sprang,
From the tropical north to the southern snow,
Three hundred horses a-rearing to go.
I'm out on the road,
out where I belong,
My mind's at ease and my heart is a-song,
For a week-long trip I've got all I need,
Three hundred horses a-gathering speed.
All together!
Yeah,
three hundred horses patiently stand,
Three hundred horses where'er they come and sprang,
Harnessed up in the dawn's early glow,
Three hundred horses a-rearing to go.
Thank
you very much.
Thank you very much everyone.
Let's welcome back Anne Kirkpatrick.
Big hand
here's a new song we're going to do together.
It's about the weather.
It's
called High, Dry and Homeless.