Well they mixed a little Celtic with Spanish blood
And a dash of Thoroughbred
So the legend begins of America's horse
A horse with a level head

If he's cutting cattle out on the ranch
Or making some cowboy shine
There's never been a horse like America's horse
Crossing that finish line

Oh, yes I'm a Quarter horse rider
Saddle up and let me run
America's horse won't let you down
When therе's running and work to be done
And therе's work to be done

Oh, give me a pony that's got some sense
And knows how to work a cow
A horse that's rugged and keeps his head
And takes off running right now

You can bet your money and bet your boots
When he runs that quarter mile
Can tie that calf in money time while the fans in the stands go wild

Oh, yes I'm a Quarter horse rider
Saddle up and let me run
America's horse won't let you down
When there's running and work to be done
And there's work to be done
All the names of the ones that went before
Will live on through all time
Old Janus and Sir Archy in colonial days
Started the great bloodline

There was Steel Dust, Traveler, old Cold Deck
Little Joe, King, and Peter McCue
Yellow Jacket, Cowboy, old Joe Bailey
Jenny and Delamore too
There was Shiloh, Billy, and Locks Rondo
How old Dan Tucker could run
Old Fred, Zantanon, Concho Colonel
And Joe Hancock, the mighty one
There was Mr San Peppy, and Impressive too
And the Oklahoma Star
Old Sorrel, Joe Reid, Flying Bob
Leo and Doc Bar

Oh, yes I'm a Quarter horse rider
Saddle up and let me run
America's horse won't let you down
When there's running and work to be done
And there's work to be done