Now I own a ranch just west of Wyoming, little buggy pushing stable with a lot of loving. Yeah, I’m doing real fine, living my best life! Government roles in with their cars, says I need to pay my bars. My grandpa built this place in 59, he was a wise man, never hadn’t paid a fine. But he told me something, that always got me humming. If your in bad courses, boy, that eight damn horses. Eight damn horses know how to live life, they play and stampede through the strife. If you ever get sad or stressed one week, just put your head up and think about how the horses turn the other cheek. Eight damn horses rolling through the field, don’t give a shit bout the farmers nor their the guns they wield. Next week I’m back up from the city, they tell me it again, and boy that wasn’t pretty. Grandpa also taught me how to load a g*n, s***t it, and k**l someone. If they talk down to you just cause you own land, don’t just take it, whip with your two hands. When you’re down on your luck, when you’re up against the forces, that there boy is eight damn horses. Eight damn horses living life large, anyone messes with em they’ll charge. Eight damn horses. Yeah, eight damn horses. Eight damn horses. Yeah, eight damn horses.
