Me and my horse are Headed for the nearest bar We have been striding for days All we need is a humble place To kick back and settle down I think I see a desert town We ride through the city gate It's getting dark. It's getting late Everybody turn Turn their heads As I ride in Ride in I I need a drink And I need it fast Someone's yelling You are here to pick a fight You want to see blood tonight You're here to pick a fight Right? All I want is silence The bar is crowded I'm glad I found it I order a beer from the cellar The bartender is a big old fella (He says) "You are not at all like the rest of us. Get the fuck out 'fore I beat you up" A bit confused I ask him why Big mistake. They take me outside GiddyUp! Goddamn it I picked a fight I'm gonna taste blood tonight Too late to make things right Goddamn it I picked a fight Must have passed out 'Cause me and my horse are on the road again Fuck me and the horse I rode in, rode in on Fuck me and the horse I rode in, rode in on Rode in on