In my feeble brain, I imagined the Tennessee Waltz and the beautiful rhythmic gait of the horse. Both beautiful, both classic, both memorable.
Then, I *snarked* the horse didn't *get the memo* ....in that he was prancing ...not waltzing.
I didn't mean to give you any consternation over your great song. I remember playing that *45* over-and-over until it plum wore out.
Carry on!