Gus-eed up in his best blue jeans, and cowboy hat, of course; The Sheriff goes into the barn, to tend his favourite horse! Insep'rable pair -- that man and mare; no stronger bond is worse! Golden Girl is her name, her coat a yellow sheen; When shines the Sun upon her, she's a beauty to be seen. And on the plain -- she does reign; a regal Texas queen! Together, these good friends have been, for so many a-year; They caught and shot offenders, and cried in pints of beer, They rode the range -- and helped the Grange; and lassoed a mangy steer! Dispensing Ol' Slack Justice, it happened late one day; Golden Girl was limping, in a mighty painful way! And deep inside -- The Sheriff cried; not knowing what to say! "Sorry," said the blacksmith, "Her problem's beyond me." And the doctor: "All I can do, is end her misery." Bowing his head -- the lawman said: "I'll do it! She's with me!" The Sheriff knelt before her, all knew the time was nigh; He softly brushed her forelock, as tears welled in his eye Then this big lawman -- as soft as he can; kissed his girl good-bye. The blacksmith left, he couldn't bear, to see her under strain; But the doctor, he was used to it, time and time again. "Steady, son -- Here's my gun. Now, take away her pain." The doctor, he continued, "I do understand; "Across the Painted Deserts to the Rio Grande! "You're feelin' blur -- and hurtin' too; "But in the end, it's ... ***BANG!*** Now, this story might be, a bit of a shocker; But things aren't always as they ought'r, 'cause this Sheriff ain't -- astride Ol'Paint Since she broke a rocker!