I had a horse and I called him Napoleon All on account of his bony parts. He was the fastest in the county Folks would laugh to see him start I drove him around on an old milk wagon If I wanted him to stop I'd holler MILK. He was bred in old Kentucky Hair as fine as any silk. I went to town the other ev'nin Seen a feller with a hoss so fine He says, "Ya goldern Rube I'll give ya a race right down the line. Off we started helter skelter Me with a smile all over my face. Sure as I'm a sinner we was comin' in a winner when the cuss yelled MILK and we lost that race.
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