Songs of the Cowboys (1908)/Chopo

Through rocky arroyas so dark and so deep
Down the sides of the mountains so slippery and steep
You've good judgment, sure footed, wherever you go
You're a safety conveyance my little Chopo

Whether single or double or in the lead of a team
Over highways or byways or crossing a stream
You're always in fix and willing to go
Whenever you're called on, my chico Chopo,

You're a good roping horse, you were never jerked down
When tied to a steer, you will circle him round
Let him once cross the string, and over he'll go
You sabe the business, my cow horse Chopo.

One day on the Llano, a hail storm began
The herds were stampeded, the horses all ran
The lightning it glittered, a cyclone did blow
But you faced the sweet music my little Chopo.

​Chopo my pony, Chopo my pride
Chopo my amigo, Chopo I will ride
From Mexico's borders 'cross Texas Llanos
To the salt Pecos river I ride you Chopo.