Music: M.L. Hammond/D. Woodhead    Lyrics: M.L. Hammond

When I was a teen, I owned a gelding named Traveller who was half-Quarter horse. The math jokes people made about him inspired the chorus of this tune, and other Quarter horses I’ve known inspired the verses.

Chorus:
If your fancy horse was half the horse that my little Quarter horse is
Then your mount would amount to twice the horse that you’ve got
He’d be supple and fit and clever and quick, the way my little horse of course is
If your horse was half the horse my Quarter horse is – but he’s not!

 My Quarter horse he’s strong and steady, he’s an old foundation type
deep through the girth, he’s mostly muscle and heart
traces his blood through Silver King right back to the Steel Dust line
and he just about trained himself ’cause he’s that damn smart

Chorus

Now your horse needs a cushy stall and boots for his delicate legs
and a big thick blanket ’cause I guess he can’t take the cold
my Quarter horse is out 24/7 with nothing but his shaggy coat
and he’s sound as a dollar though he’s twenty-two years old

If your fancy horse was half the horse that my little Quarter horse is
If your horse was half the horse my Quarter horse is – but he’s not!

My little Quarter horse he’s a special sorta horse
English or Western he can do it all
reining and ropin’, or just some easy lopin’
you can even jump him, there’s nothing that’ll stump him

If your fancy horse was half the horse that my little Quarter horse is
Then your mount would amount to twice the horse you’ve got
He’d be supple and fit and clever and quick, the way my little horse of course is
If your horse was half the horse
Half my little Quarter horse
If your horse was half the horse my Quarter horse is – but he’s not!