“Three White Spanish Horses" by JAM & Rick Bussey 

I took a route less traveled by a rolling ranching road

There were no eighteen wheelers there were no heavy loads.

Where I waved to a weathered man In a worn out step side truck

Made me smile when he waved back on the freeway no such such luck

I drove through miles of cotton fields and white clouds in the sky

So the white streaks in the distance well they barely caught my eye

I pulled onto the shoulder as the ghosts moved into focus

Was it my imagination? Three cotton colored horses!

CH: Three white Spanish horses across Comanche lands

Three white Spanish horses untamed with no man’s brand

No bridle and no saddle; they were running straight for me

Three white Spanish horses wild and free