Breaking Horses

Some are palominos
And some are quarter stock
But most course a nameless line of blood in their veins

And I let them run the hills
Sometimes for a year
Until I know their ways and they’ve found their names

Breaking horses
And I’ll never know who’s breaking who
Breaking horses
And it’s not work that every man will do

Some days are good
While some are a wash
And don’t even get me started about last March

Because the work it never ends
And it’s almost done for free
And I’m not the younger man that I used to be

Breaking horses
And I’ll never know who’s breaking who
Breaking horses
And it’s not work that every man will do

And don’t ever raise a hand
Or lash out with your tongue
And don’t ever rush a move
Or force the tack on them
Because you’ll never get anywhere that way
And you’ll only have yourself to blame for everything

Sometimes I get tired
And the winter makes me ache
And I just want to let those horses go to seed

And I can’t say what it is
That keeps me in the game
But to quit would mean those horses got the best of me

Breaking horses
And I’ll never know who’s breaking who
Breaking horses
And it’s not work that every man will do

No, it’s not work that ever man will do
No, it’s not work that ever man will do
 

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