The man drove up in my driveway,
Riding in a sporty red car.
“I want to buy your horse,” he said,
Talking around a big cigar.

“I heard down at the general store,
That he can play a violin.
I own a traveling circus
That I could use his talent in.”

“Well, I could sure use the money
But I wouldn’t want to cheat you.
My horse can’t play a violin;
The things they told you just aren’t true.”

He was angry at being fooled
And drove off mad in his red car.
My horse can’t play no violin;
All he can play is a steel guitar!