Now Timbrook was a shabby colt
Who knew no mom 'n dad.
As he lay in the grass of Kentucky hills,
He looked like he was dead.
His mother was killed by lightenin',
When Timbrook was one day old.
So he had no one to own him,
As he lay there in the cold,
As he lay there in the cold.
Timbrook, Timbrook,
A mighty horse was he.
An orphan of Kentucky
Where no one knew his breed,
Where no one knew his breed.
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A man came along and found him,
And he gave him food and care.
Timbrook grew to be a horse;
He entered him in the fair.
"Timbrook was an ugly horse,"
The people laughed and said,
"He can't run that ugly horse."
But Timbrook came ahead,
Timbrook came ahead.
Timbrook was the "runnin'-est" horse
Kentucky ever knew.
He beat the champ from England,
And all the others, too.
Little Molly from England
Was the fastest horse, they said.
But when the race was over,
Old Timbrook came ahead,
Old Timbrook came ahead.
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