I was young when I rode my first little mountain horse He was frisky as bird and he threw me with all his force Until the day that I grabbed him by the reins And stared him in the eye and called him names And broke him so bad he could carry my cold little corpse And he rode along, rode along He rode along, rode along He rode along, rode along, rode along He took me under a low-branched tree Knocked me off so I couldn't see And he rode along, rode along, rode along There were four of us from the mountain and the rivers 'neath the moon With families of five to feed and pretty soon We'd be walking on through the old hinged door Of the local bank carryin' 4-0-4's With some pasty bloke setting off the alarm He's on the 'larm, on the 'larm He's on the 'larm, on the 'larm He's on the alarm, the alarm, on the alarm I kissed him with my rifle bu*t He screamed out loud like a shaggy mutt And he's on the 'larm, on the 'larm, on the alarm No longer on the alarm As we waited for the sirens of the fuzz to blare outside My mountain horse was gettin' edgy and some woman just up and cried You didn't quiet her down, you didn't threaten to bash You were too busy sweatin' on your technicolour stash While the bullets tore burning holes right through our hides As we rode along, rode along We rode along, rode along We rode along, rode along, rode along My horse turned red and I turned white He carried my corpse: I taught him right As we rode along, rode along, rode along