[Verse 1] Ridin’ ’round town Eyes glarin’ down Lookin’ for somebody to tease Makin’ his rounds A fool and a clown Lookin’ for somebody to be You hear necks choke Spit in their throat Wonderin’ just who it could be A mangled old man With dirty old hands That only had a home in his feet [Verse 2] But when he came ’round He didn’t make a sound Only the jangle from the spurs on his boots He found a little bar To drink away his sorrow For all the bags of money he’d loot He’d tip back his glass Let the whole world pass While the piano played low and slow He’d laugh at the law And lean on the wall Like a man with nowhere to go [Chorus] Sittin’ on your high horse Waitin’ for a kind horse Thinkin’ that this life is for free While you’re sittin’ on your high horse Don’t be waitin’ there for my horse ’Cause we got many places to be Yeah, we got many places to be [Verse 3] Now the sun fell low And the cold winds blow Across that old forgotten street He pulled on his hat Like a shadow gone flat And disappeared beneath the heat There was gold in his sack And a six-gun on his back But trouble was all that he knew Every town he’d ride Had a fool inside And every fool thought he knew [Pre-Chorus] He said, “Boy, don’t stare Like you’re going somewhere You better watch who you think you are” Then he cracked that grin Like the devil walked in And tipped his hat beneath the stars [Chorus] Sittin’ on your high horse Waitin’ for a kind horse Thinkin’ that this life is for free While you’re sittin’ on your high horse Don’t be waitin’ there for my horse ’Cause we got many places to be We got dust on our boots Got a pocket full of loot And a road that don’t belong to nobody You can sit up there With your nose in the air But you ain’t ridin’ home with me [Bridge – stripped down] How high do you think you gotta climb Before you can see That the ground you’re lookin’ down on Is the same ground underneath me? You got your silver You got your pride Got your saddle sittin’ pretty But when that sun goes down And there’s no one around Tell me who’s gonna ride with thee? [Final Chorus] Sittin’ on your high horse Thinkin’ you’re the right course Thinkin’ that this life is for free Well, stay sittin’ on your high horse I ain’t waitin’ for your white horse There’s a whole damn world waitin’ on me Yeah, we got dust on our boots Got a pocket full of loot And a trail that keeps callin’ my name You can sit up high Till the day you die But I’ll be ridin’ through the rain [Outro] Ridin’ ’round town… Eyes glarin’ down… Ain’t nobody waitin’ on me… Spurs keep ringin’… Old six-string singin’… And the road keeps callin’ me… Yeah… Ride on.
