Half-broke Horse Lyrics - Sundown Over Ghost Town - Eilen Jewell

Stolen from the desert 

In the lost part of the state 

Just a half-broke horse 

He waits by the gate 

No bridled horse can stand him 

Or any of his kind 

Their hidden laws condemn him 

They're so rigid and refined 

He watches on the edge 

Dirty coat, shaggy mane 

Too wild for this world, 

Too tame for mustangs 

Grew up in the desert 

In the lost part of the state 

Cut our teeth on promises 

And empty plates 

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Single-wides and ranches 

Disappear before our eyes 

These folks here don't come around 

They're so rigid and refined 

We stand on the edge 

Dirty coats, ragged hands 

We're strangers to this world 

And this new breed of man 

And we just got our notice 

This whole place is going under 

The bank's whip is on us 

We won't last another summer 

They'll have to come and take us 

With the force of ten trains' 

Cause it's no life worth living 

If we don't hold the reins 

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Like half-broke horses 

From the lost part of the state 

We watch in silence 

And wait by the gate 

On both sides of these bars 

We're one and the same 

Too wild for this world, 

Too tame for mustangs