Whoa, Dan
My boot’s in the stirrup
Whoa Dan,
There goes our dog
Whoa, Dan
I spur him lightly
Rein him right slightly
He sees our dog
No need now but to stay
In the saddle
He knows where to go
What to look for, Bo pointed
Or movin’
And where to head to
Ole Dan is a scout horse
Knows his job better than me his rider
Knows our game-what to look for
Our dog pointed
Or moving
Or backing
We’re out of sight of judges
Guided by handler
Singing to guide us
Through this country
To the front
Where the prize money’s at