“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