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