Bruce Robison - Larosse

Pardon me mister I've come aways down
They tell me your the man I should see in this town
The bay there is all I've got left to my name
He'll never give up and he'll never go lame
Fifty dollars and he's yours tonight

His name is Larosse for the sound of his breath
I was there when he's born and he carried me west
Saw the heavens draw open on god's golden plains
Said we never would go back again
But I'm tired of the look on his face

Pardon me mister I've come aways down
They tell me you're the man I should see in this town
The bay there is all I've got left that I own
He'll never give up and He'll never go wrong
Fifty Dollars and he's yours tonight

A little long in the tooth and he won't win no race
But he'll walk many a mile for a scratch on his face
Travels as smooth as a robin will glide
Only horse that my little girl ever would ride
No sir she got the fever and she died

He climbed over the rocky's with a fire in his eye
Flew down the mountain with an indian cry
Felt the sun warmin saw some fine mornins
but there ain't nowhere left to go

Pardon me mister a minute or two
This horse is the finest that I ever knew
When I built me my cabin outside chester town
He dragged every timber with never a sound
But we left all we had there beneath the cold ground

Pardon me mister are you on your way home
I got this old horse and there's a snow comin on
I traded my saddle so I got no use
He ain't much to look at and he's needin some shoes
Ten dollars and he's yours tonight
That's a deal get him out of my sight

His name is Larosse for the sound of his breath
I was there when he's born and he carried me west