the more you pay

the auctioneer said

i'm not through yet

here's a horse the likes of which you've never seen

and the straw hats in the sun

with a face beneath each one

shown doubtful and the auctioneer got mean. do you think that you can find a horse like this every day?

i don't think there's any better on this earth

and the more you pay

the more it's worth. then out she came

a snow-white mare

prancin' and a dancin' in the silver sun

they watched her from behind

as she did her bump and grind

walkin' naked

sad and graceful for their fun. oh how i wished i could afford that lady painted white

a queen with high nobility of birth

but the more you pay

the more it's worth. my pockets hung with empty blues

silent heels were standin' on my growin' pains

my bid was not too bad

two bits was all i had

and the stable boy just handed me the reins. well the gallery went wild

and the auctioneer half smiled

what we don't sell we shoot or give away

'cause the more you pay

the more it's worth. and where was the boy

who rode on her back

with his arms holding tight round her neck?

how tightly he clung

when they both were young

and fate had not let this poor girl be so

disgraced.