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 here's that devil by my side
 A death's head ring upon his finger
 Poor boy hanging on the light
 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 driving
 While poor boy sinks in the stream
 Well, I can smell the campfires burning
 But I'll go out walking on my own
 By day and night the world keeps turning
 Frightened people hiding in their homes
 Everybody needs his angel
 But here's that devil by my side
 A death's head ring upon his finger
 Poor boy hanging on the light
 And everybody needs an angel
 But here's that devil by my side
 A death's head ring upon his finger
 Poor boy hanging on the light