Skinny Ginny

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© Shamika
Now Ginny was my Pappy\'s horse, I\'d known her all my life. \r\nI guess my Pa he loved her even more than he loved his wife. \r\nHe never left her in the field, he\'d feed her right there on the porch. \r\nAnd when it came to other horses, none could hold a torch (to Ginny)\r\n\r\n
Chorus.
But Ginny you\'re so skinny now that Pappy\'s passed away - \r\nyou\'re looking through the kitchen window every single day. \r\nYou seem to have lost your appetite but Ginny, don\'t give up the fight -\r\nCuz Pappy\'s still around, he\'s always looking down on you. \r\n\r\n
Eat up your vittles Ginny, get munching on your hay. \r\nYou know you really oughta cuz you was Pappy\'s special daughter. \r\nEat up your vittles Ginny, you need your daily oats - \r\nand if it\'s cold at night, let Sweetbaby wrap you up in one of Pappy\'s old woolen coats. \r\n\r\nNow Ginny\'s getting on in years, her knees is kinda weak. \r\nIt\'s all that we can do to get that sad old horse to speak. \r\nWhen the Moon is full and round, though she\'s mostly very tame - \r\nyou can hear he wild yet plaintive whinnies calling out Pappy\'s name.\r\n\r\n(Chorus)