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