I was a thoroughbred, they said
Breeding is important, get that through your head
Never bite the owner, or throw him from the saddle
Work without complaining, lift your feet up off the ground
Never bite that hand that feeds you, do not make a sound
They called me stormy as a colt
And taught me to bear a human's weight
I carried a load all my life, and worked tp pull a cart
I had many owners and knew many kinds of heart
But they all sold me down the line.
And they gave me a new name, something fine
Hey yeah, they called me black beauty
They put iron on my hooves so I could walk the road
And a halter on my neck and a bit for more control
They thought that I was beautiful, and so they gave me a name
Black beauty they would call me, and that became my fame
My brother died on a fox hunt, my sister was sold away
And I was sold as property, and became a kind of slave
They called me black beauty
They called me black beauty
I never met anyone who was kind, said Ginger to me
I was taken from my mother as soon as I was weaned
Boys would throw stones at me and laugh and run
My owner never had a kind word or let me run
Brutality lives within the human race
And so does kindness, if they let it into their hearts
It will shine like the sun and blind us
But the evil is in there deep
And good is just synonym for stealing
Good and evil don't matter when you're in captivity
We horses are their slaves and suffer lifelong, the indignity
They called me black beauty