Paroles: Fleetwood Mac. Live At The BBC (1967-1970). Long Grey Mare.

I've got a long grey mare, she won't let me ride
I got a long grey mare, she won't let me ride
She makes me brush her in the morning
And put her to bed every night

Long grey mare, why can't we be just like before
Long grey mare, why can't we be just like before
We used to ride so hard
Until we just couldn't ride no more

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Look at me grey mare, don't I feed you everyday
Look at me grey mare, don't I feed you everyday
But when I dig you with my spud
You turn around the other way