I count my money
I count my pocket change
Ain't much of nothing
Still it don’t seem so strange
Ain’t never had much
But still I got to say
I see seven blue horses coming home to day

Ain’t it peculiar
Those people by the road
They try to fool ya
To picking up their part of the load
Now I’m not lazy
But there’s got to be a better way
I see seven blue horses coming home to day

I’m so disgusted
By all those stupid clowns
They can’t be trusted
They’ll kick you when on the ground
Some folks are laughing
But deep down I hear ‘em say
They see seven blue horses coming home to day

One horse for lying
One horse for stealing blind
One horse is trying
To make you think he’s not that kind
War and Conquest
And Sickness to your dying day
I see seven blue horses coming home to day

© 2005 Chuck Puckett