Just Rememberin'

I remember the smell of that ornery colt,

The thrill of a sunset race,

The feel of his mane as I held on tight,

With the wind upon my face.

I remember how he’d nicker,

When I came into view.

I remember how we loved to ride,

And how I loved him too.

That was back in ’83;

Ol’ Smokey’s race is run,

But I often think of TG Smoke,

By the evening’s crimson sun,

When I feel the wind upon my face,

And another day is done.

            STC