A Man's Best Friend Is His Horse Songtext
von Vaughn Monroe

Way out in Kansas City,
I met a gal so pretty,
She looked a lady in her gingham gown.
She said, "I love you honey",
But how she loved my money,
She took it all,
And blew right out of town.

Oh! A Man's Best Friend Is His Horse,
But of course, but of course.
Oh! A girl's nice to hold,
But they just want your gold.
So, A Man's Best Friend Is His Horse


The sheriff's daughter Rhoma,
Her eyes were crossed,
Her knees were bowed and frail
Her corsets you can t carry,
Unless you want to marry,
As quick as light'ning striking,
I hit the trail.

Oh! A Man's Best Friend Is His Horse,
But of course, but of course.
As the guns blazed away,
I heard the sheriff say
Oh! A Man's Best Friend Is His Horse.

A bar in old Montana,
A broken down piana,
The backroom where the boys
All play blackjack.
While dealing cards one night there,
I had a duelling fight there,
Because they found five aces
In my pack.


Oh! A Man's Best Friend Is His Horse,
But of course, but of course.
If you're quick on the draw,
Then you'll learn all the more,
That A Man's Best Friend Is His Horse.
So A Man's Best Friend Is His Horse.