(Read only, anymore; sorry.)
Not the word "tack" but the category of horse tack.
When I die, take my saddle from the wall"I Ride an Old Paint," lots of singers
i saddle up my horse and i ride into the citybig and rich
I'm backI'm back in the saddle again Aerosmith
I've got spurs that jingle jangle jingleAs I go riding merrily along.And they say, "Oh, ain't you glad you're single,"And that song ain't so very far from wrong.--From an album of folk music my parents had when I was a kid.
That previous play was from me, HoosierNan.
Just turn me looseLet me straddle my old saddleUnderneath the western skies(Cole Porter, "Don't Fence Me In")
She took me horse by the bridle and the bitAnd led him to the stableAs I Roved OutCeltic Trad. via Loreena McKennitt
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When I die, take my saddle from the wall
"I Ride an Old Paint," lots of singers
i saddle up my horse and i ride into the city
big and rich
I'm back
I'm back in the saddle again
Aerosmith
I've got spurs that jingle jangle jingle
As I go riding merrily along.
And they say, "Oh, ain't you glad you're single,"
And that song ain't so very far from wrong.
--From an album of folk music my parents had when I was a kid.
That previous play was from me, HoosierNan.
Just turn me loose
Let me straddle my old saddle
Underneath the western skies
(Cole Porter, "Don't Fence Me In")
She took me horse by the bridle and the bit
And led him to the stable
As I Roved Out
Celtic Trad. via Loreena McKennitt
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