Join Date: Jun 2014
Location: Nueva Vizcaya, Philippines
I like nearly any song that mentions horses, or horse people. Some have only a line or two about horses. That's often enough to hook me.
There's the folk song, Tyne of Harrow, about an Irish highwayman. Immediately after his first robbery, he declares;
"With part of my new store of wealth,
I bought a famous gelding.
That over a five bar gate could leap.
I bought him from Ned Felding."
A recurring favorite is Dave Stamey's Vaquero Song.
He had me when he sang;
"I rode in wooden stirrups,
And the dust raised by my ponies,
Was smoke from my alter
Offered up to God above."
He sealed it with;
"Across valley ridge and mesa,
And the hills baked, oh so yellow,
My ponies sleek and dancing
Were all a man could need."
I've breathed that dust. I've ridden those ponies.
I like LeDoux's version of Caballo Diablo.
"Caballo Diablo, the outlaw.
On top of Sierra Madre."
I can see the Sierra Madre of Luzon across the Cagayan Valley from our perch in the Cordilleras.
And today, thinking of the difficulties of finding a horse of at least 13 hands here, the Gordon Lightfoot song, The Pony Man kept running through my head.