Her gaze fell upon the barrels tall,
As they charged toward them all.
His long legs eating up the ground,
For the barrels he goes round.
"Bring him home!" rings out behind her back,
As she urges forward her horse of black.
Little did she know it would be the last run,
But boy, did they have fun.
She will never forget all their times,
But for him, it was the end of the line.
God loved her horse of black,
And decided to take him back.
So now barrel racing is heaven's game,
And the angels cry, "Diesel is his name!".
