There are no shoes upon her feet and no one knows her name ,
She's a brown eyed brumbie the horse from the dusty terrain .
There's no one can tie her down she's just out there running free .
She's traveling light , she'll be right mate , she's a wild brumbie .
Off she will go through dust storms with her coat of smokey white .
Leaping up like bush fire flames flickering in the dark night .
Always running from the bullet from a hired cowboys gun .
Galloping so fast chased by choppers and the setting sun .
By Paul McCann
Originally Posted On Site: 2007-10-19 11:16:25
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