I rode past
My steed, Stained Glass
We held steadfast to our projected path
and still, ensnared by theoretical thrills
I don't know
What to worry about
Hitching post bound,
a maple we found.
No inn for us, thanks.
We sleep on the ground 'neath stars.
Night's eyes sing in chorus with ours.
Giddy up giddy up giddy up ha ha
I'm thinking this company
is merely not the sort for me.
always flipping over tables and fightin'.
I'm more keen on a good time,
if you don't like me well then that's just fine,
I'm walkin' away
I don't wanna pick a fight today
Hitchin' post bound,
a buddy I found.
I'll help you up off of the dusty ground, it's not hard.
Let's go drink and play cards.
Shootin' the breeze,
Let's never run out of our excess ease,
it's simple. This saddles my steeple, this horse is my temple.
I'm not afraid of that man
But I'm not the biggest fan.
I'm not afraid of that guy
I'd just as soon be walkin' by.
Tell me it's alright,
When it certainly is not
Tell me we got away
When we get caught
Tell me I can stay when I
have to go
And, when there's nothing left,
tell me what I own.
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