I was young when I rode my first little mountain horse
He was frisky as bird and he threw me with all his force
Until the day that I grabbed him by the reins
And stared him in the eye and called him names
And broke him so bad he could carry my cold little corpse
And he rode along, rode along
He rode along, rode along
He rode along, rode along, rode along
He took me under a low-branched tree
Knocked me off so I couldn't see
And he rode along, rode along, rode along
There were four of us from the mountain and the rivers 'neath the moon
With families of five to feed and pretty soon
We'd be walking on through the old hinged door
Of the local bank carryin' 4-0-4's
With some pasty bloke setting off the alarm
He's on the 'larm, on the 'larm
He's on the 'larm, on the 'larm
He's on the alarm, the alarm, on the alarm
I kissed him with my rifle bu*t
He screamed out loud like a shaggy mutt
And he's on the 'larm, on the 'larm, on the alarm
No longer on the alarm
As we waited for the sirens of the fuzz to blare outside
My mountain horse was gettin' edgy and some woman just up and cried
You didn't quiet her down, you didn't threaten to bash
You were too busy sweatin' on your technicolour stash
While the bullets tore burning holes right through our hides
As we rode along, rode along
We rode along, rode along
We rode along, rode along, rode along
My horse turned red and I turned white
He carried my corpse: I taught him right
As we rode along, rode along, rode along