Ride On, by Jimmy McCarthy

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Ride On, by Jimmy McCarthy

 

 

True, you ride the finest horse I've ever seen

Standing 16 feet, 1 or 2, with eyes wild and green

And you ride the horse so well, hands light to the touch

I could never go with you no matter how I wanted to

 

Ride on, see you, I could NEVER go with you

no matter how much I wanted to

 

When you ride in to the night without a trace behind

run your claw along my gut one last time

I turn to face an empty space where once you used to lie

and look for a smile to light the night,

through a teardrop in my eye