Horseback Song



I went down to Alabama,
to the girl I was to wed.
But I only met her mama,
and she said my girl was dead.

Well, I've got my horse, I've got my gun,
as I ride under the sun.
In Santa Fe I know a whore,
who could ever ask for more?
 

My old folks live in Kentucky,
but I don't go there no more.
'Cause they know that they can't trust me,
I have killed since I was four.

But I've got my horse, I've got my gun,
and I ride under the sun.
I've got my hat so fine and blue,
and a bourbon bottle, too.
 

Everywhere I am a stranger,
there's no place where I can dwell.
Every town is filled with danger,
and I'm sure I'll go to hell.

Still, I've got my horse, I've got my gun,
and I ride under the sun.
I've got everything I need,
and I'll go where the road may lead.


Mel: abre/Ob

© abre – 1995