I’d get my money back if
I were you
She looks like she’s alright,
but it isn’t true
Heaven only knows what she’s
been through
I don’t know what to say,
when they get like that,
There’s nothing you can
do
The man who sold her to you
lied, he lied
This horse is much too wild
to ride
There used to be a boy walked
with a cane
The only one that she would
let touch her mane
The softness of his voice
could make her tame
Ever since he left on the
midnight bus
She hasn’t been the same
The man who sold her to you
lied
This horse is much too wild
to ride
Don’t come any closer or
you’ll catch her eye
You’ll make her go to pieces
muscles, bones thrown at the sky
Some afternoons I ...
Watch her as she looks into
the sun
No one else is here, I’m
the only one
How easily this gate could
come undone
And he would never know
how it got like that
He ought to let her run
This horse is much too wild
to ride
The man who sold her to
you lied
© Bruce Brody and
Heather Eatman, 2000
