High on My Horse Songtext
von Uncle Kracker
High on My Horse Songtext
Dirt road scholar
Ring around the collar
Hip don′t need a pistol with a fist full of dollars
Holler if you see me
Probably somewhere greasy
Far from Florida orangey
Less than Georgia peachy
I'm true to my religion
Ain′t no store bought shine
My pockets ain't bedazzled, but I'm one of a kind
I ain′t a cowboy, but I′m high on my horse
If two becomes too many, I'll just pour two more
I ain′t a cowboy, but I'm high on this horse
Ride into the sunset from my back porch
Yeah, yeah
Look at all you rookies
Filin′ into Tootsies
Birkenstock rockin' while you boot scoot and boogie
Put me in the Ryman
Call me Simple Simon
I′ll be Patsy Clinin', while you're Corona limin′
I′m true to my religion
Ain't no store bought shine
My pockets ain′t bedazzled, but I'm one of a kind
I ain′t a cowboy, but I'm high on my horse
If two become too many, I′ll just pour two more
I ain't a cowboy, but I'm high on this horse
Ride into the sunset from my back porch
Yeah, yeah
I got the wisdom of a barstool pastor
You keep your bull, and I′ll be out to pasture
I wish you well, I hope you′re happy ever after
I'll be Cripple Creekin′, reaping all that I sow
And I got dusty cash and porter on my radio
I ain't a cowboy, but I′m high on my horse
If two become too many, I'll just pour two more
I ain′t a cowboy, but I'm high on this horse
Ride into the sunset from my back porch
I ain't a cowboy, but I′m high on my horse
If two become too many, I′ll just pour two more
I ain't a cowboy, but I′m high on this horse
Ride into the sunset from my back porch
Yeah, yeah
Ring around the collar
Hip don′t need a pistol with a fist full of dollars
Holler if you see me
Probably somewhere greasy
Far from Florida orangey
Less than Georgia peachy
I'm true to my religion
Ain′t no store bought shine
My pockets ain't bedazzled, but I'm one of a kind
I ain′t a cowboy, but I′m high on my horse
If two becomes too many, I'll just pour two more
I ain′t a cowboy, but I'm high on this horse
Ride into the sunset from my back porch
Yeah, yeah
Look at all you rookies
Filin′ into Tootsies
Birkenstock rockin' while you boot scoot and boogie
Put me in the Ryman
Call me Simple Simon
I′ll be Patsy Clinin', while you're Corona limin′
I′m true to my religion
Ain't no store bought shine
My pockets ain′t bedazzled, but I'm one of a kind
I ain′t a cowboy, but I'm high on my horse
If two become too many, I′ll just pour two more
I ain't a cowboy, but I'm high on this horse
Ride into the sunset from my back porch
Yeah, yeah
I got the wisdom of a barstool pastor
You keep your bull, and I′ll be out to pasture
I wish you well, I hope you′re happy ever after
I'll be Cripple Creekin′, reaping all that I sow
And I got dusty cash and porter on my radio
I ain't a cowboy, but I′m high on my horse
If two become too many, I'll just pour two more
I ain′t a cowboy, but I'm high on this horse
Ride into the sunset from my back porch
I ain't a cowboy, but I′m high on my horse
If two become too many, I′ll just pour two more
I ain't a cowboy, but I′m high on this horse
Ride into the sunset from my back porch
Yeah, yeah
Writer(s): Marlon Young, Frederick Beauregard, Matthew Schafer Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

