Biography:
Billy Walker (January 14, 1929 – May 21, 2006) was an American country-music singer and guitarist, nicknamed "The Tall Texan."
Walker was born in Ralls, Texas, in 1929, and became active in the Dallas music scene in the late 1940s. After a brief stint with Capitol Records, he signed with Columbia Records in 1951 at the same time as Ray Price. Walker was a cast member on ABC-TV's Ozark Jubilee in the late 1950's.
He is most famous for his 1962 hit "Charlie's Shoes.
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Other songs:
- A Million And One
- A Woman Like You
- Ancient History
- Bear With Me A Little Longer
- Charlies Shoes
- Close To Linda
- Cross The Brazos At Waco
- Darling Days
- Dont Let Your Pride Break Your Heart
- Dont Stop In My World
- Fool That I Am
- Forever
- Funny How Time Slips Away
- Getting By The Best I Can
- Ghost Of A Promise
- Give Back My Heart
- Heart Be Careful
- Here Comes Old Memory Maker
- I Call It Heaven
- I Cant Say No If She Keeps Saying Yes
- I Taught Her Everything She Knows
- I Think Ill Go Somewhere And Cry Myself To Sleep
- Im Down To My Last Cigarette
- Lets Make Memories Tonight
- Matamoros
- Memories Cant Kiss Me Goodnight
- Morning Paper
- Patanio The Pride Of The Plains
- Pretend You Just Dont Know Me
- Sing Me A Love Song To Baby
- Smokey Places
- Stolen Love
- They Tell Me
- Till I Drink Milwaukee Dry
- Youre Heading For Heartaches
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Say tell a story as there's one I know
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Of a horse I once owned down in New Mexico
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He was swift as an antelope and black as a crow
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With a star on his forehead as white as the snow
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His arched neck was hidden by a long flowing mane
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And they called him Patanio the pride of the plains
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The country was new then the settlers were scarce
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The Indians on the warpath were savage and fierce
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One day the Captain said someone must go
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For help to the border of New Mexico
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A dozen brave fellows straight way answered here
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But the Captain he spied me and said son come here
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Patanio beside me his nose in my hand
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Said the captain your horse is the best in the land
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You're good for this ride you're the lightest man here
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On the back of that mustang you've nothing to fear
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I'm proud of my horse sir I answered you know
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Patanio and I are both willing to go
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They all shook my hand as I mounted the black
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Patanio sped forward and I gave him his slack
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For eighty long miles over the plains we must go
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For help to the border of New Mexico
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The black struck a trot and he kept it all night
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Till just as the east was beginning to light
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When back from behind me there came a fierce yell
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We knew that the redskins were hot on our trail
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I rose up and jingled the bells on his rein
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He answered my touch with a toss of his head
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And his black body lengthened as onward he sped
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The arrows fell round me like showers of rain
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When in my left leg oh I felt a sharp pain
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The red blood was flowing from Patanio's side
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But still he dashed onward and on to the fort
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By good care Patanio and I were soon well
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Of his death long years after it hurts me to tell
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They write songs about him the cowboys still sing
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The legend lives on of his long flowing mane
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So look at the arrow that hangs on the wall
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It was shot through my leg boot stirrup and all
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On many fine horses I've since drawn the reins
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But none like Patanio the pride of the plains
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And then at the arrow that's hanging close by
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Say tell a story as there's one I know
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Of a horse I once owned down in New Mexico
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He was swift as an antelope and black as a crow
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With a star on his forehead as white as the snow
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His arched neck was hidden by a long flowing mane
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And they called him Patanio the pride of the plains
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The country was new then the settlers were scarce
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The Indians on the warpath were savage and fierce
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Scouts were sent out everyday from the post
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But they never came back so we knew they were lost
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One day the Captain said someone must go
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For help to the border of New Mexico
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A dozen brave fellows straight way answered here
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But the Captain he spied me and said son come here
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Patanio beside me his nose in my hand
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Said the captain your horse is the best in the land
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You're good for this ride you're the lightest man here
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On the back of that mustang you've nothing to fear
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I'm proud of my horse sir I answered you know
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Patanio and I are both willing to go
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They all shook my hand as I mounted the black
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Patanio sped forward and I gave him his slack
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For eighty long miles over the plains we must go
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For help to the border of New Mexico
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The black struck a trot and he kept it all night
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Till just as the east was beginning to light
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When back from behind me there came a fierce yell
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We knew that the redskins were hot on our trail
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I rose up and jingled the bells on his rein
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And I stoked his neck softly and I called him by name
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He answered my touch with a toss of his head
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And his black body lengthened as onward he sped
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The arrows fell round me like showers of rain
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When in my left leg oh I felt a sharp pain
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The red blood was flowing from Patanio's side
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But he never once shortened his powerful stride
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Patanio poor fellow I knew he was hurt
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But still he dashed onward and on to the fort
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By good care Patanio and I were soon well
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Of his death long years after it hurts me to tell
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They write songs about him the cowboys still sing
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The legend lives on of his long flowing mane
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So look at the arrow that hangs on the wall
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It was shot through my leg boot stirrup and all
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On many fine horses I've since drawn the reins
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But none like Patanio the pride of the plains
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