"Old Stony" by Night Hawk 240

Old Stony

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How to make a small fortune in the horse business. Start with a large fortune. If you have owned horses you will relate to this song.

ballads bluegrass classic country hillbilly western cowboy

Night Hawk 240

Old time classic country, western cowboy songs, and bluegrass. Back porch style, old timey pickin' for clogging, square dancing, or just listening.

Night Hawk Bluegrass & Western Tumble Weed Tammy and Santa Fe Steve work together to bring back nostalgic western and bluegrass tunes from the past as well as new songs of their own with close ties to the past. Tumble Weed Tammy By day Tumble Weed is the kitchen administrator and manager of the kitchen at the county hoosegow. By night she plays bass fiddle, bass guitar and contributes vocals to the group. Tammy enjoys horseback riding (trail riding) and fitness and exercise when not slingin' hash or pickin' the bass. Santa Fe Steve Santa Fe hung up his badge and gun after 25 years of law man duty, keeping the peace in the dusty streets of Gladwin. When not playing Guitar, Banjo, Mandolin, or singing Santa Fe is the chief operator of a wireless telegraph station (K8BZ) on the ham radio frequencies of the air waives.

Song Info

Genre

Country • Country and Western

Charts

#478 in subgenre Peak #9

Charts

Peak #91

Author

Steve Wuelfing

Rights

2002 Steve Wuelfing

Uploaded

November 24, 2005

Track Files

MP3

MP3 4.9 MB • 128 kbps • 5:21

Story behind the song

I owned a Tennessee Walker named Stony.  He test drove great.  He was gentle, behaved well, was fearless and rode like a Cadillac.  By the time I got him home he bucked, was scared of his own shadow and would not cross water.  Sounded like a song to me.  I wondered what Roy Rogers would do.

Lyrics

Some men of the west became legends of course
And half of the cause was a good saddle horse
The Ranger had Silver and Roy had old Trigger
With a good steady horse I'd do likewise I figger

So I went into town and I casted about
Top dollar I'd pay for my own special mount
Like Traveler partnered with General Lee
We'd win fame and fortune my pony and me

I met a horse trader from old Santa Fe
He said he had one that he'd sell me today
He needed the money or else he'd not part
With one that's so special and dear to his heart

He stood 16 hands and his feet were all sound
Four gated was he and he flew o'er the ground
He'd lead with his left and then change on command
With the gentlest touch of the rein in  my hand

We met on a price and I made him my own
Then I mounted up and I headed back home
We reached the Red River but he wouldn't cross
Not riding or leading, Old Stony was boss

Ten miles we rode to the ferry that day
I had no more money the fare for to pay
I gave him my spurs so he'd take us across
The cost it was mounting, Old Stony was boss

A tumble weed rollin' he shivered with fear
To stop him from bucking I bit on his ear
From cactus and tortoise he bolted away
I cuss the horse trader from old Santa Fe

Got back to the ranch too late for a meal
When old Cookies dog came and nipped at his heels
A rodeo show at the bunk house that day
Old Stony sent me a sailing away

I lit on the fence and then fell to the ground
To the hoots and the howls from the bunk hands around
Old Stony kept kickin' then faded from view
In the sun set that evening with my saddle too

I tracked him next morning at first light of day
Back to the Red River and to my dismay
He forded the river, no rider aboard
I picked up his track on the opposite shore

I kept on his track 'til it started to rain
Just one busted stirrup and some hair from his mane
Was all that I found 'til his trail washed away
Though Stony was gone I continued to pay

Now if Roy had Old Stony and Trigger was mine
I'd be making movies most all of the time
I'd be rich a famous and takin' my bows
While Roy's chasing Stony and herdin' these cows

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