Paint My Horse Green - The Bates

Come in ev’ry extrem

and I paint my horse green

the pain in my head

is the pain on the stream

and the bottles of bott-wine

size before

as the man go down

they do what they saw

I think, I know what it means

Fly, fly, fly

and don’t come down on the ground

where the sticks fall

fly, fly

don’t you ever come down

pink was the color of my little hair

as I watched the sinking sun

and the nights got old

but the aren’t still shine

I can jesus all enough (?)

And now the time has come

and the colors can’t try

and now the time has come

As I sit here

and time got older

WE ARE LOST IN OUR DREAMS

and a boy and a grandma do it on the roof

and I

I PAINT MY HORSE GREEN

I PAINT MY HORSE GREEN

I PAINT MY HORSE GREEN

I PAINT MY HORSE GREEN

I SHOULD LEAVE IT BLACK