Brent Funkhouser - Back on the Horse

You act like you're better than this
Yet here you are
Tuesday night stumbling back into
The same old bar
Mumbling harmony on the arm of the next
Karaoke star
Smoking a pack, Marlboro Blacks, sipping Jack
From a mason jar

Don't you worry my friend
The bottom ain't that bad
Plenty of us have squandered all the luck
We ever had
No don't you worry my friend
Things could be much worse
Pull you out of the ditch, do a twist
And we'll get you back up your the horse

You act like you're better than this
Yet here you are
Passed out in the driver's seat
Of a strangers car
Slowly you slid cross the bridge before you thought
It might be one too far
You'll catch your next wind, if you listen close
Hey ain't that steel guitar?

Don't you worry my friend
The bottom ain't that bad
Plenty of us have squandered all the luck
We ever had
No don't you worry my friend
Things could be much worse
Pull you out of the ditch, do a twist
And we'll get you back up on your horse

Well, you act like you're better than this
Yet here you are
You make it feel like a competition
The way you lower the bar
Melodramatic, an addict, I'm sure
You've got your share of scars
Everyone's got some dusty skeletons
They hold in high regard

Don't you worry my friend
The bottom ain't that bad
Plenty of us have squandered all the luck
We ever had
No don't you worry my friend
Things could be much worse
Pull you out of the ditch, do a twist
And we'll get you back up on your horse
Pull you out of the ditch, do a twist
And we'll get you back up on the horse

Written by:
Brent Funkhouser

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