Teksten til sangen "Horse People"
You can pick ‘em out of any crowd
They dress the part and wear it proud
Sometimes you can even smell ‘em
They got dirt and mud and other crap
Clinging to their Boots and hats
And dogs ridin' in the truck with ‘em
Their always stacking hay and changin' tires
Fixing things with bailing wire
and overhaulin' overused tack
And every single thing on the place
Is dead broke or broken
Everything they own's for sale for cash
Horse people they're just a little different than most people
Bow legged boot-stompin' stall muckers
Tired and tuckered goin' broke trying to feed a bunch a four legged buckers
Horse people, God bless em, they're addicted like a junkie to a needle
And I've discovered that most of ‘em like Horses more than they like people
There's nothing in their fridge to eat
It's full of bute and Banamine, penicillin Ivermectin
They live on Burger King and Taco Bell
The dash is loaded down with bills from farriers and veterinarians
And they can tell every pedigree
Of every single steed they ever bought, sold, trained, or traded
Oh and none of them are full of bull
Or slightly egotistical or overly opinionated (yeah right)
Horse people they're just a little different than most people
Bow legged boot-stompin' stall muckers
Tired and tuckered goin' broke trying to feed a bunch a four legged buckers
Horse people God bless em, they're addicted like a junkie to a needle
and I've discovered that most of ‘em like horses more than they like people
They got palominos paints and bays, sorrels duns, roans, and grays
Stacks o' saddles bits and bridles
They can't pass up an auction barn a for sale sign on
anything that runs on diesel
Horse people we're just a little different than most people
We'd trade a kidney for a load of good alfalfa
Yeah we're all about to go broke trying to feed a bunch a four legged buckers
Horse people, God help us, we're addicted like a junkie to a needle
And I've discovered that most of us like horses more than we like people
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