Get the Bridle
Get the bridle
aint suicidal, babe get the bridle,
i have to go a riding on me little horse today,
aint no infidiadel aint no Bobby Ridedell,
but me dials a little idle, needs a shave this half a day,
a terrifying slip halfway,
tween knees n hips,
an im sloshing in between an some betwixt,
with this cursing poor halfwit,
am I drowning in the quicksand,
yes that aint the half of it,
the crows are watching stately,
for my carcase to come lately,
for a little bit of chow,
from where they sit,
but starve the crows im gonna,
cos the dozer guy from Mona,
dug me out, he was the owner,
with his D12 called Tom Tit,
just jerked me out a bit,
wheres me bloody horse?
Don
Copyright © Don Johnson | Year Posted 2012
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