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The narrator in this pop song has found a partner who is so exhilarating that he makes their ride through life feel like an adventure—just like runaway horses. Held back too long by a no-good lover, the protagonist in this country song has finally broken free and left him in a cloud of dust.

Like a painted wild mustang, she can run free and live her life with no fear, no fences, and no reins. An intriguing story of love and loss is at the heart of this country song. A cowboy comes into town atop a black stallion with a bay pony trailing behind them. The grieving man is looking to pay respects to his deceased wife who is buried nearby. The pony is precious to him, as it belonged to his dead wife.

When a woman in a bar attempts to steal the pony, the stranger fatally shoots her. However, he escapes punishment:. Reba wrote this country song about her father when he died, and it's bound to leave a lump in your throat. It describes letting go of someone you love dearly. She likens it to opening up the gates when the time has come and allowing horses to run free beneath the sun. Having been disillusioned by promises her ex-boyfriend made, the narrator in this pop tune lets him know that she sees him for what he is.

The guy who tried to paint himself as Prince Charming turned out to be an unapologetic liar. I was a dreamer before you went and let me down Now it's too late for you And your white horse, to come around. When toughness fails, try tenderness. In this song, a wild young mustang is labelled "the horse nobody could ride" because she refused to break for any of the cowboys. She threw each of them off. Then along comes a man who uses a kinder approach. He gains her trust and promises not to hurt her, and she rewards his patience. Together they ride away. This enigmatic rock song from is about looking back on the choices you've made in your life and reconciling the consequences with your feelings.

The black horse may be a symbol for death. The songwriter has remarked that it's a song about having to dig deep to find out who you want to be. In this bluesy tune, the relationship between the narrator and his lover is ending. White horses symbolize vulnerability and purity, and he thinks about the impact of saying farewell. Even though they are separating, their spirit and the relationship they share will always be with them. This tender pop song is a cover of a Rickie Lee Jones song that she wrote for her young daughter. The narrator is a watchful parent who comforts their child by telling them that even when they are no longer together in person, they'll always be together in spirit:.

That's the way it's gonna be, little darlin' You go riding on the horses, yeah Way up in the sky, little darlin' And if you fall I'll pick you up, pick you up. This version of Leonard Cohen's "Ballad of the Absent Mare" tells the story of a cowgirl and her horse. He has escaped the stall that pens him in. Worried, she searches for him, not knowing that he is hiding nearby watching her.

The horse is no longer tame and yearns to be wild and free. The girl decides to go with him. Margery, the protagonist in this rock song, is a lonely girl with an unfortunate home life. She bets on horses and self-medicates as a means of escaping her sad situation. She dreams of one day being free like horses. At age 70, Willie Nelson became the oldest person to top the country music charts with this hit. Lamenting that there are too many gangsters and bad guys on the street these days, the old timer narrating this song advocates handling evildoers like they did in the old days.

He wants the law to round them all up and deliver swift and decisive justice old the way they did it in the Old West. Then all the good guys can meet back at the local saloon where there will be whiskey for the men and beer for the horses. The unofficial theme for the Kentucky Derby, this soft rock song describes a colt who was born to compete in the famous horse race. The horse uses all of his breeding and training to reach his full potential and fulfill his fate.

Every fan of oldies rock music knows this iconic ditty, but many ponder what it's about exactly. Some say it's about drugs which led it to be banned by some radio stations. However, that's been disputed by the songwriters. The tune describes a journey through the desert on a nameless horse. The narrator eventually allows the horse to go free when they reach an oasis after nine days. In the solace of the desert, the narrator notices the nature around him and feels happy to escape both people and the rain.

Sign in or sign up and post using a HubPages Network account. Comments are not for promoting your articles or other sites. Peggy - She was very embarrassed, but we love to bring it up as a funny story. Horses are beautiful animals. I can't believe some cultures eat them. I wish there were a way I could save them all. That is a funny story about your mother's horse riding experience.

She must have been so embarrassed! So many people love horses. They truly are majestic animals. I am familiar with many of those horse related idioms. I grew up hearing many of them. Krzysztof Willman - Thanks for stopping by. I'm glad that you found several songs you enjoy.

Have a wonderful week! I didn't even realize there were so many songs about horses. There's so many good songs in your list I love and sing along to. I love reading your musical articles! The photos are beautiful and the country and western songs are unique to me.

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I am not familiar with these songs and like how you presented. Shyron, I've been thinking a lot about you. I hope you are doing okay. Please take care of yourself. Wildfire just had to be the first one. It's such a memorable song. My mother always used the phrase "hold your horses," too. I always thought it evoked an Old West image. Thanks for stopping by. Dianna - Thank you for your kind comment. Your granddaughter must really love horses. They are such large, kind creatures. Have a wonderful weekend.

Flourish, I could only think of two songs that are not on you wonderful list, One is "The Old Grey Mare" that one is older than I am and. This amazing collection of horse songs has me captivated. That first Michael Murphy selection was the best version I've ever heard of that song. Who knew there were so many songs with horse sense? My dad was always using horse idioms like "hold your horses" or "whoa Nellie. Horses are so beautiful. I enjoyed reading about your adventures here your mom's story is so precious. My love for horses has only increased through the years as my granddaughter's passion has led her into competitive riding.

Mary - Who knew there were so many horse-related songs? Thanks for stopping by! Have a great weekend! I had no idea there were so many. I'm also pleased to see that they aren't all country and western songs. MsDora - We have such a fascination with wild horses. I never realized how many horse songs there were until now. I hope you are safe and doing okay, given the relentless storms. Listened to Reba's song. The imagery is compelling: Heidi - I like that Katy Perry song too, although I'm sure she is no dark horse herself.

Glad you enjoyed the horse sayings, too. Louise - This one was very challenging to write. Thank you for always being so loyal stopping by to comment. Have a great week! I didn't realize there were so many horse songs either! Love the list of horse phrases. Also, my fave from the list is Katy Perry's "Dark Horse. You've certainly done your homework. There's so many good songs, although I'm glad you put Willie Nelson in there. I do love him. Rasma - I remember really enjoying Donnie and Marie but don't recall this song from The Osmonds I was a few years too young.

I'm adding it to the list. Thanks for the suggestion. Linda - My mother is a very proper lady so that made is worse. That's why we still laugh about it. How the duce should there — Trim? The heart, both of the master and the man, were alike subject to sudden over-flowings; — a short silence ensued.

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As the number of wounded was prodigious, and no one had time to think of any thing but his own safety — Though Talmash, said my uncle Toby, brought off the foot with great prudence — But I was left upon the field, said the corporal. Thou wast so; poor fellow! Except the groin; said my uncle Toby. So that whether the pain of a wound in the groin caeteris paribus is greater than the pain of a wound in the knee — or. Whether the pain of a wound in the knee is not greater than the pain of a wound in the groin — are points which to this day remain unsettled.

The anguish of my knee, continued the corporal, was excessive in itself; and the uneasiness of the cart, with the roughness of the roads, which were terribly cut up — making bad still worse — every step was death to me: She was a good soul! By the persuasion of the young woman, continued the corporal, the cart with the wounded men set off without me: So when I came to myself — I found myself in a still quiet cottage, with no one but the young woman, and the peasant and his wife. I thought by her manner of speaking this, as well as by her dress, which I then began to consider more attentively — that the young woman could not be the daughter of the peasant.

My fever ran very high that night — her figure made sad disturbance within me — I was every moment cutting the world in two — to give her half of it — and every moment was I crying, That I had nothing but a knapsack and eighteen florins to share with her — The whole night long was the fair Beguine, like an angel, close by my bed-side, holding back my curtain and offering me cordials — and I was only awakened from my dream by her coming there at the hour promised, and giving them in reality. In truth, she was scarce ever from me; and so accustomed was I to receive life from her hands, that my heart sickened, and I lost colour when she left the room: I had escaped, continued the corporal, all that time from falling in love, and had gone on to the end of the chapter, had it not been predestined otherwise — there is no resisting our fate.

My wound was then in a fair way of doing well — the inflammation had been gone off for some time, but it was succeeded with an itching both above and below my knee, so insufferable, that I had not shut my eyes the whole night for it. Let me see it, said she, kneeling down upon the ground parallel to my knee, and laying her hand upon the part below it — it only wants rubbing a little, said the Beguine; so covering it with the bed-clothes, she began with the fore-finger of her right hand to rub under my knee, guiding her fore-finger backwards and forwards by the edge of the flannel which kept on the dressing.

As soon as the corporal had finished the story of his amour — or rather my uncle Toby for him — Mrs. Now, consider, sir, what nonsense it is, either in fighting, or writing, or any thing else whether in rhyme to it, or not which a man has occasion to do — to act by plan: In saying which, Mrs. Wadman edged herself close in beside my uncle Toby, and squeezing herself down upon the corner of his bench, she gave him an opportunity of doing it without rising up — Do look into it — said she.

My uncle Toby never did: An eye is for all the world exactly like a cannon, in this respect; That it is not so much the eye or the cannon, in themselves, as it is the carriage of the eye — and the carriage of the cannon, by which both the one and the other are enabled to do so much execution. It is not in the white; said Mrs Wadman: My uncle Toby, on the contrary, took it like a lamb — sat still and let the poison work in his veins without resistance — in the sharpest exacerbations of his wound like that on his groin he never dropt one fretful or discontented word — he blamed neither heaven nor earth — or thought or spoke an injurious thing of any body, or any part of it; he sat solitary and pensive with his pipe — looking at his lame leg — then whiffing out a sentimental heigh ho!

In truth he had mistook it at first; for having taken a ride with my father, that very morning, to save if possible a beautiful wood, which the dean and chapter were hewing down to give to the poor Mr Shandy must mean the poor in spirit; inasmuch as they divided the money amongst themselves. The world is ashamed of being virtuous — my uncle Toby knew little of the world; and therefore when he felt he was in love with widow Wadman, he had no conception that the thing was any more to be made a mystery of, than if Mrs. What became of that story, Trim? Wadman had told it, with all its circumstances, to Mrs.

Bridget twenty-four hours before; and was at that very moment sitting in council with her, touching some slight misgivings with regard to the issue of the affairs, which the Devil, who never lies dead in a ditch, had put into her head — before he would allow half time, to get quietly through her Te Deum.

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Yorick, were sitting in the parlour, he thought it rather civil to conform to the term my father had made use of than not. I am as much in love, sister, I believe, replied my uncle Toby, as any man usually is — Humph! As the ancients agree, brother Toby, said my father, that there are two different and distinct kinds of love, according to the different parts which are affected by it — the Brain or Liver — I think when a man is in love, it behoves him a little to consider which of the two he is fallen into.

What signifies it, brother Shandy, replied my uncle Toby, which of the two it is, provided it will but make a man marry, and love his wife, and get a few children? I could not; replied my father — and for the same reasons: Yorick, for this reason, though he would often attack him — yet could never bear to do it with all his force. In this case, continued my father, which Plato, I am persuaded, never thought of — Love, you see, is not so much a Sentiment as a Situation, into which a man enters, as my brother Toby would do, into a corps — no matter whether he loves the service or no — being once in it — he acts as if he did; and takes every step to shew himself a man of prowesse.

For this reason, continued my father stating the case over again — notwithstanding all the world knows, that Mrs. Wadman affects my brother Toby — and my brother Toby contrariwise affects Mrs. Doctor Slop was too much in wrath to listen to the distinction; and my father taking that very crisis to fall in helter-skelter upon the whole order of Nuns and Beguines, a set of silly, fusty, baggages — Slop could not stand it — and my uncle Toby having some measures to take about his breeches — and Yorick about his fourth general division — in order for their several attacks next day — the company broke up: In the first place, with regard to all which concerns religion in the affair — though I perceive from a glow in my cheek, that I blush as I begin to speak to thee upon the subject, as well knowing, notwithstanding thy unaffected secrecy, how few of its offices thou neglectest — yet I would remind thee of one during the continuance of thy courtship in a particular manner, which I would not have omitted; and that is, never to go forth upon the enterprize, whether it be in the morning or the afternoon, without first recommending thyself to the protection of Almighty God, that he may defend thee from the evil one.

Let not thy breeches be too tight, or hang too loose about thy thighs, like the trunk-hose of our ancestors. Whatever thou hast to say, be it more or less, forget not to utter it in a low soft tone of voice. Silence, and whatever approaches it, weaves dreams of midnight secrecy into the brain: For this cause, if thou canst help it, never throw down the tongs and poker.

Avoid all kinds of pleasantry and facetiousness in thy discourse with her, and do whatever lies in thy power at the same time, to keep her from all books and writings which tend thereto: And if thou art permitted to sit upon the same sopha with her, and she gives thee occasion to lay thy hand upon hers — beware of taking it — thou canst not lay thy hand on hers, but she will feel the temper of thine. Leave that and as many other things as thou canst, quite undetermined; by so doing, thou wilt have her curiosity on thy side; and if she is not conquered by that, and thy Asse continues still kicking, which there is great reason to suppose — Thou must begin, with first losing a few ounces of blood below the ears, according to the practice of the ancient Scythians, who cured the most intemperate fits of the appetite by that means.

Avicenna, after this, is for having the part anointed with the syrup of hellebore, using proper evacuations and purges — and I believe rightly. As for thy drink — I need not tell thee, it must be the infusion of Vervain and the herb Hanea, of which Aelian relates such effects — but if thy stomach palls with it — discontinue it from time to time, taking cucumbers, melons, purslane, water-lillies, woodbine, and lettice, in the stead of them.

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Whilst my father was writing his letter of instructions, my uncle Toby and the corporal were busy in preparing every thing for the attack. Wadman, he had never looked stedfastly into one; and would often tell my father in the simplicity of his heart, that it was almost if not about as bad as taking bawdy.

The corporal had unwarily conjured up the Spirit of calculation with his wand; and he had nothing to do, but to conjure him down again with his story, and in this form of Exorcism, most un-ecclesiastically did the corporal do it. It would so; said my uncle Toby. The corporal returned to his story, and went on — but with an embarrassment in doing it, which here and there a reader in this world will not be able to comprehend; for by the many sudden transitions all along, from one kind and cordial passion to another, in getting thus far on his way, he had lost the sportable key of his voice, which gave sense and spirit to his tale: Religion inclined him to say one thing, and his high idea of military skill tempted him to say another; so not being able to frame a reply exactly to his mind — my uncle Toby said nothing at all; and the corporal finished his story.

She made a feint however of defending herself, by snatching up a sausage: I hope, Trim, answered my uncle Toby, I love mankind more than either; and as the knowledge of arms tends so apparently to the good and quiet of the world — and particularly that branch of it which we have practised together in our bowling-green, has no object but to shorten the strides of Ambition, and intrench the lives and fortunes of the few, from the plunderings of the many — whenever that drum beats in our ears, I trust, corporal, we shall neither of us want so much humanity and fellow-feeling, as to face about and march.

Wadman in form, and are marching round her house to mark out the lines of circumvallation. I will not argue the matter: Time wastes too fast: When issues of events like these my father is waiting for, are hanging in the scales of fate, the mind has the advantage of changing the principle of expectation three times, without which it would not have power to see it out. I need not be told, that the ethic writers have assigned this all to Patience; but that Virtue, methinks, has extent of dominion sufficient of her own, and enough to do in it, without invading the few dismantled castles which Honour has left him upon the earth.

Now she had a way, which, by the bye, I would this moment give away my purple jerkin, and my yellow slippers into the bargain, if some of your reverences would imitate — and that was, never to refuse her assent and consent to any proposition my father laid before her, merely because she did not understand it, or had no ideas of the principal word or term of art, upon which the tenet or proposition rolled.

She contented herself with doing all that her godfathers and godmothers promised for her — but no more; and so would go on using a hard word twenty years together — and replying to it too, if it was a verb, in all its moods and tenses, without giving herself any trouble to enquire about it. The first Lord of the Treasury thinking of ways and means, could not have returned home with a more embarrassed look.

Upon looking back from the end of the last chapter, and surveying the texture of what has been wrote, it is necessary, that upon this page and the three following, a good quantity of heterogeneous matter be inserted to keep up that just balance betwixt wisdom and folly, without which a book would not hold together a single year: The only difficulty, is raising powers suitable to the nature of the service: Fancy is capricious — Wit must not be searched for — and Pleasantry good-natured slut as she is will not come in at a call, was an empire to be laid at her feet.

Only if it puts him in mind of his infirmities and defects as well ghostly as bodily — for that purpose, he will find himself rather worse after he has said them than before — for other purposes, better. For my own part, there is not a way either moral or mechanical under heaven that I could think of, which I have not taken with myself in this case: Then by changing my system, and trying what could be made of it upon the body, by temperance, soberness, and chastity: In short, they were good for every thing but the thing wanted; and there they were good for nothing, but to leave the soul just as heaven made it: Now in ordinary cases, that is, when I am only stupid, and the thoughts rise heavily and pass gummous through my pen —.

Now the devil in hell must be in it, if this does not do: Ludovicus Sorbonensis makes this entirely an affair of the body Greek as he calls it — but he is deceived: Or my chapter of Knots, in case their reverences have done with them — they might lead me into mischief: Another objection, to all this remedy, is its want of universality; forasmuch as the shaving part of it, upon which so much stress is laid, by an unalterable law of nature excludes one half of the species entirely from its use: For in talking of my digression — I declare before heaven I have made it!

What a strange creature is mortal man! When my uncle Toby and the corporal had marched down to the bottom of the avenue, they recollected their business lay the other way; so they faced about and marched up straight to Mrs. I warrant your honour; said the corporal, touching his Montero-cap with his hand, as he passed him in order to give a knock at the door — My uncle Toby, contrary to his invariable way of treating his faithful servant, said nothing good or bad: True philosophy — but there is no treating the subject whilst my uncle is whistling Lillabullero.

Whilst all this was running through Mrs.

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The corporal did not approve of the orders, but most cheerfully obeyed them. The first was not an act of his will — the second was; so he put on his Montero-cap, and went as fast as his lame knee would let him. My uncle Toby returned into the parlour, and sat himself down again upon the sopha. This requires a second translation: Now in order to clear up the mist which hangs upon these three pages, I must endeavour to be as clear as possible myself. Rub your hands thrice across your foreheads — blow your noses — cleanse your emunctories — sneeze, my good people!

As there are fifty different ends counting all ends in — as well civil as religious for which a woman takes a husband, the first sets about and carefully weighs, then separates and distinguishes in her mind, which of all that number of ends is hers; then by discourse, enquiry, argumentation, and inference, she investigates and finds out whether she has got hold of the right one — and if she has — then, by pulling it gently this way and that way, she further forms a judgment, whether it will not break in the drawing.

I am determined, answered Slawkenbergius, that all the powers upon earth shall never wring that secret from my breast. Whether it is in the choice of the clay — or that it is frequently spoiled in the baking; by an excess of which a husband may turn out too crusty you know on one hand — or not enough so, through defect of heat, on the other — or whether this great Artificer is not so attentive to the little Platonic exigences of that part of the species, for whose use she is fabricating this — or that her Ladyship sometimes scarce knows what sort of a husband will do — I know not: Now this last article was somewhat apocryphal; and the Devil, who is the great disturber of our faiths in this world, had raised scruples in Mrs.

Friendship has two garments; an outer and an under one. Wadman had but one — and as it possibly might be her last without discouraging Mrs. Bridget, or discrediting her talents was determined to play her cards herself. She wanted not encouragement: It is one comfort at least to me, that I lost some fourscore ounces of blood this week in a most uncritical fever which attacked me at the beginning of this chapter; so that I have still some hopes remaining, it may be more in the serous or globular parts of the blood, than in the subtile aura of the brain — be it which it will — an Invocation can do no hurt — and I leave the affair entirely to the invoked, to inspire or to inject me according as he sees good.

He was going on, when Maria, who had made a short pause, put the pipe to her mouth, and began the air again — they were the same notes; — yet were ten times sweeter: It is the evening service to the Virgin, said the young man — but who has taught her to play it — or how she came by her pipe, no one knows; we think that heaven has assisted her in both; for ever since she has been unsettled in her mind, it seems her only consolation — she has never once had the pipe out of her hand, but plays that service upon it almost night and day. The postillion delivered this with so much discretion and natural eloquence, that I could not help decyphering something in his face above his condition, and should have sifted out his history, had not poor Maria taken such full possession of me.

We had got up by this time almost to the bank where Maria was sitting: As the postillion spoke this, Maria made a cadence so melancholy, so tender and querulous, that I sprung out of the chaise to help her, and found myself sitting betwixt her and her goat before I relapsed from my enthusiasm. And here without staying for my reply, shall I be called as many blockheads, numsculs, doddypoles, dunderheads, ninny-hammers, goosecaps, joltheads, nincompoops, and sh..

Wadman had but just time to get from behind the curtain — lay a Bible upon the table, and advance a step or two towards the door to receive him. My uncle Toby saluted Mrs. Wadman naturally looked down, upon a slit she had been darning up in her apron, in expectation every moment, that my uncle Toby would go on; but having no talents for amplification, and Love moreover of all others being a subject of which he was the least a master — When he had told Mrs.

Wadman once that he loved her, he let it alone, and left the matter to work after its own way. Let us go on: Wadman sat in expectation my uncle Toby would do so, to almost the first pulsation of that minute, wherein silence on one side or the other, generally becomes indecent: The cares and disquietudes of the marriage state, quoth Mrs. Wadman, are very great. I suppose so — said my uncle Toby: Thus far my uncle Toby went on warily, and kept within his depth, leaving Mrs. Wadman to sail upon the gulph as she pleased.