Horses -

I’d be riding horses if they’d let me

Sleep outside at night and not take fright

I would ride the range and never worry

I would disappear into the night

Everybody needs an angel

But is this devil by my side

A dead set ring upon his finger

Poor boy hangin' on the line

They’ll be drawing straws inside the courtroom

As the sudden twilight turns to black

And torches burn into the sad eyes

On the wrong side of the track

Make those horses jump through hoops of flame

They won’t kick and they won’t scream

Let the good Lord do the drivin'

Poor boy sinks in the stream

Well I can smell the campfires burning

I go out walking on my own

But day and night the world keeps turning

Frightened people hiding in their homes

Everybody needs an angel

But is this devil by my side

A dead set ring upon his finger

Poor boy hangin' on the line

Poor boy hangin' on the line

Poor boy hangin' on the line