 So they said some of the men that used to drink with him, he always rode into town on Saturday morning, tied his horse at the saloon hitching post, got off and got drunk. And then somebody tied him on his old horse and he'd go back home late in the evening. Well, these fellas, they said, we're going to watch old Joe. We're going to see. So they got over there across the street in the shade, and here he come on an early one Saturday morning, cloppity-clop, cloppity-clop, clopping down the old dirt street there in front of the saloon. Old horse.