The Last Stunt Horse in Hollywood

horses away and now who rides who?
the saddle sits high and tries the tension in the metal shoes
i brush the hide to bring out the best in you
the saddle shines and vies for the attention of the sore caboose
and hey old buddy easy on the thigh
always with me pulling to the right
the arrows miss me every time i ride hey hey
i spy the engine by the steam over the hill
the silver plume rising like a monument to my unbroken will
will i get the girl will i get the gold? i’m riding hard and the hooves on the carpet of sage beat loud and bold
hey old buddy easy on the thigh
always with me pulling to the right
the arrows miss me every time i ride hey hey
part of the act we practiced in hollywood was when i jumped the railing guns-a-blazing down to your burning back and we rode
she’s in the back of the bar car
she is not drinking alone
i meet her eye as i pass by
pass on my way to the vault
hey old buddy easy on the thigh
always with me pulling to the right
the arrows miss me everytime i ride hey hey