Your horse came home without you
and there's blood on the saddle
Nothing really matters anymore
Your woman never loved you
All the laws they held above you fucked you
every time you tried to screw or score
It's a sunset on the mesa
shot to rag-dolls in a roadhouse
the blood's a shining pool upon the floor
Your horse came home without you
there's blood on the saddle
and nothing really matters anymore
The woman who was singing
in the place that you were drinking
pretty as an angle in a brand new Cadillac
You had one thing on your mind there
and that one thing made you blinder than the
junkie organ grinder with his monkey on his back
If the man who owned the roadhouse
hadn't shot you when he showed up
we know you would have danced her out the door
Your horse came home with out you
now there's blood on the saddle
and nothing really matters anymore