| All the horses pulled their face as I was led into the square
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| They sense I used to be the leader of the Salvation Army choir
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| I stood atop the drinkin' trough, I leaned into my song
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| The song I sung at my first salvation the words confuse I still sing it wrong
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| The bay and appaloosa capsized me off their water trough
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| It had been dry for years and when I hit the ground they let out a horsey cough
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| I remember though my sickness how my army was towards me in my Second Salvation
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| I will get well on them
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| I grabbed their youngest yearling I planned to harness him to a cart
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| The bay broke the wheels the appaloosa head butted my chest for my part
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| The horses started in a choir formation rolled their eyes to gauge my worth
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| The appaloosa bit out all my hair the bay dry baptized me dry in the dirt
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| Underneath the dry water trough’s where I hid from the horses rant
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| On the trough they hoofed out a dance that coupled up perfectly with their chant
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| I remember through my sickness how my army was towards me in my Second
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| Salvation I will get well on them
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| The big bay slammed his head into the youngest yearling made his spread eagle
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| sprawled on the dirt
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| He bit off his baubles and dipped 'em in the copper of pitch-pine
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| The appaloosa ripped out 24 of the yearlings tail-pieces and attached 'em to
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| the pitch-pine baubles
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| Doing a fancy basque step over the dirt, he come to me, the device hung from
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| between his horsey teeth as he urged my humanness to grab and take
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| I 'spose he wanted me to swing it like some caballero whip
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| But I ain’t gonna get Mexican on you
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| I swung it like a catholic censure
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| Hypnotized they followed the device, began to sing their imperfect horse cough
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| I join in with my own application, together I hope we don’t sing it wrong!
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| I stood bent with the water trough saddled cross my back
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| The bay he mounts, felt like a dry hump I sounds like the wheels he cracked
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| Now I carry my Salvation Army Choir singing all on to rebirth
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| And in my second salvation I hope its better than my first |