Lacy J. DaltonMustang moon

They first came to this country
Landed first upon her shores
The Spanish Barb was pure bred
By the Conquistadors

To carry her proud riders
While they conquered this fair land
And they became part of
Old Nevada's sage and sand

Like Mule deer on the mountain
Or the Sage hen on the flat
Like the Mustang fits Nevada
Like the dust on an old black hat

They made mounts for the Indian
And they packed the U.S. Mail
They crossed the Rio Grande

And come up the Chisum Trail

They survived the settler
The sodbuster with his plow
They we here before we came
It ain't right to kill them now

They deserve the grass they eat
And the country where they roam
They helped settle this great land
And Nevada is their home