Well, don't look now but there goes a rattle mouse. How can I tell how did he smell?. He doesn't smell and you can't find him just by sniffin'. But you'll hear him when he's rattlin' round your kitchen.
The rolling mills of Middletown roll on, roll on, roll on. I knew him well, old friend of mine from down Kentucky way. We had some high good times my friend back in our younger days.
In the shadow of the saddle, running wild and running free. In a herd of running mustangs there's a part of you and me. Broken spirit broken promises make them fear the sight of man.