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My paint, with his leg in a little white slingMy paint, with his leg in a little white slingI had to save him from the gunsI had to save him from a certain deathI had to pull the reigns and runMy paint, with his leg in a little white slingMy paint, with his leg in a little white slingI had to stay to see it throughAnd stick around to see him good as newI had to live to see him runMy paint, with his leg in a little white slingMy paint, with his leg in a little white slingYou could suffer if you wantYou can live or dieBy what you try to hideMy paint, with his leg in a little white slingMy paint, with his leg in a little white sling From Letras Mania