“And all the mares in town swooned for him  
as he shot up all their cans made of tin,
 
And then he went into the saloon  
and bought some for everyone with eight doubloons
 
He’s Braeburn! Yeahhhah, The Braeburn yeahhah!
 
Ya better watch your wife or before ya know she have met a stallion who’s slick As crow  
In ways that the good book might say are bad  
But can you be mad at the sand colored lad?
 
He’s Braeburn ! No stallion can match  
In either fighting,herding or charming a lass
 
He’ll come to your town for maybe a drink or two and by the time he leaves the doctor will have a lot of work to do!
 
Braeburn!Stallion of class!  
when he’s around,watch you lass!

A-And handsome.

And gay! Don’t forget about gay!

How obscure.

I don’t get it.