I wandered down a dirt road.
Looking for something to do.
I hopped up on some guys horse.
Then rode away into town.
I came across an old friend.
He had a bottle of scotch.
We lost our brains in a fog
Now I'm dancing with a horse.
A priest smacked me on my head.
He said I was lost to sin.
Then he had some scotch for him.
Now he is mumbling love songs.
It was us three and the horse.
We made our way to the bank.
Withdrew every buck they had.
Now we're running from the law.
Dollars flying everywhere.
We look like a piñata.
The sheriff roped and yanked us.
We landed hard on the ground.
Then they locked us in the jail.
Told us they hoped we would rot.
But our faithful horse helped us.
He'd bring us some nightly scotch.
