Dead Horses Cifras

[Intro]
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[Verse 1]
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The saddest thing I think that I ever saw
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Was a little buckskin pony mourning from her stall
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The mama laid beside the fence under a tarp out in the rain
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Peeking from the plastic was her honey-colored mane
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I sat down on the water trough, wrung my hands and cried
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Suppose we're all just animals with slightly different hides
 
[Chorus]
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I never got used to watching horses die
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They die badly, it has kept me up at night
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I never got used to watching horses die
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Count my pretty ponies when I greet the morning light
 
[Interlude]
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[Verse 2]
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The horses got running on a cooling summer day
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Feeling fine and frisky til a hole got in the way
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The boss mare tore her shoulder, her stance was at a tilt, now
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She's softly sleeping under the green alfalfa quilt
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Graddy Pruitt took his bobcat and buried her for me
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The dead wagon has turned around how happy I should be
 
[Chorus]
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I never got used to watching horses die
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They die badly, it has kept me up at night
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I never got used to watching horses die
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Count my pretty ponies when I greet the morning light
 
[Interlude]
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[Verse 3]
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Wild horses are in excess, herds are growing by today
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Once prized domestic pet ain't worth the price of hay
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They've been turned out on the strip mine, get to starving once it snowed
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They'll wander off the mountain top to lick salt off of the roads
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This little girl inside me is chomping at the bit
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She cannot save em all, the truth's hard to admit
 
[Chorus]
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I never got used to watching horses die
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They die badly, it has kept me up at night
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I never got used to watching horses die
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Count my pretty ponies when I greet the morning light
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I never got used to watching horses die
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Count my pretty ponies when I greet the morning light
 
[Outro]
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