Verse 2: Well, my horse's eyes are glassy He breathed the city in his lungs last night I lead his natural body To the trough to regain his might Red rooster crow them blues here That Old Blue he round the bull And the mornin's crying rays of sunrise It hasn't rained for three weeks full Verse 3: Venus light is rising I lay my buckets inside the shed And there's a man I see - a stranger Leaning on the gate outside my fence Said "I'm riding out from the city Where they started holding (guitaretab.com)
