Rob Getzschman - I Won't Be Thrown from This Horse

I'm riding cavalry in some confusing war
Where guerilla tactics don't work anymore
I've got a saber, they've got semi-automatics
And I've got odds akin to Crispus Attucks
Ooh la ooh la la la la la la
And warm, grey clouds have got me
Thinkin' it's gonna pour
But I won't be thrown from this horse
Though he kicks beneath me
And my saddle is slick beneath me
I won't be thrown from this horse
Skirmishes have broken on the front
And I can see a million fires at once
Tracers cross the sky like stars in motion
Desperation faith like baby lotion
Ooh la ooh la la la la la la
And warm, grey clouds have got me
Thinkin' it's gonna pour
But I won't be thrown from this horse
Though he kicks beneath me
And my saddle is slick beneath me
I won't be thrown from this horse
Runners, take your marks
Marksmen, take your aim
Shepherds hear the barks
Spectators complain
But rainbows in a lightning storm are strange
Though I've seen crazier things in firing range
Crayolas stretch from atom cloud to cloud
Never such a victory quite so well endowed
Ooh, la; oh so well endowed in doubt
And warm, grey clouds have got me
Thinkin' it's gonna pour
But I won't be thrown from this horse
Though he kicks beneath me
And my saddle is slick beneath me
I won't be thrown from this horse
Though the saddle is slick
And oh, the crazy sucker kicks
But I won't be thrown from this horse

Written by:
Rob Getzschman

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