Ringo
Ringo was a grey horse and he could really fly
He could pass the fastest freight train
And never blink an eye
But he could run, run, run
Ringo could run
One mile or fifty-five
He could run, run, run
Ringo could run
He was the fastest horse alive
Now Ringo had a jockey
That was only ten years old
And his bridle was an old rope
That the little
Boy could hold
But he could run, run, run
Ringo could run
One mile or fifty-five
He could run, run, run
Ringo could run
He was the fastest horse alive
Well they went up
To the racetrack
To see if they could race
But the judges and the betters
Well they laughed right in their face
But he could run, run, run
Ringo could run
One mile or fifty-five
He could run, run, run
Ringo could run
He was the fastest horse alive
Now when the
Race had started
Old Ringo
Left the pack
And his jockey
Spent the whole race
Just a grinin' and looking back
But he could run ,run, run
Ringo could run
One mile or fifty-five
He could run, run, run
Ringo could run
He was the fastest horse alive
Yea he could run, run, run
Ringo could run
One mile or fifty-five
Run, run, run
Ringo could run
He was the fastest horse alive