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T HROUGH rocky arroyas so dark and so deep, Down the sides of the mountains so slippery and steep,— YouVe good judgment, sure-footed, wherever you
go, YouVe a safety conveyance, my little Chopo.
Chopo, my pony, Chopo, my pride, Chopo, my amigo, Chopo I will ride. From Mexico's borders 'cross Texas' Llano To the salt Pecos River, I ride you, Chopo.
Whether single or double or in the lead of the team, Over highways or byways or crossing a stream,— You're always in fix and willing to go, Whenever you're called on, my chico Chopo.
You're a good roping horse, you were never jerked
down, When tied to a steer, you will circle him round; Let him once cross the string and over he'll go,— You sabe the business, my cow-horse, Chopo.