Stallion - Sunset Rubdown, Spencer Krug

Stallion, step away.

Saddle up the width of an inch

I’m good where I am

I am good where I am

Stallion…

Wrote off the stray gold from the list I hold

And I wrote off all the gold from the list you hold

I’ll be the grave with no name on the stone

Stallion…

And fight for your right to hate the night, children

Sing like a choir with no taste for the wine

And the time winding down when the chiding eye falls upon you

You…

First fall of light on the counterfiet round

Lightens every face, someone undo it.

The balancing of rider and steam can beat upon you

You…

You…

You…

Stallion, step away

Saddle up the width of an inch

I’m good where I am

I am good where I am friend

My country, I am

Oh my country I am

When you, you had a lot of flexing of muscles on the stage

Step away, step step away, step away

Saddle up the width of an inch

Stallion… step away.

The fighting, races and trees can beat upon you… you… you… you…