Well the lions were all growing dizzy from starvation
But they drag 'em around in chains for a false sense of danger
And their staggering walk goes unnoticed in the bleachers
But from a front row seat you can make out the hunger
As they roll through the numbers like they did in the old days
But it's only a matter of time

YODEL

Well the steam engine buckled like a telescope just south of New York
And it seems like the horses are always the first ones to go
But a burden like that don't fall easy from the saddle
He was kickin' like and engine when they laid him in the gravel
And when the blood stopped pumping and the spirit passed over
Twenty-nine horses were lost

And I'm hoping this is just a run of bad luck
And maybe next season the crowds'll be better
And the spanish web will turn in the spotlight
And the blood will return to my heart

And here's hopin' things pick up in 1890
Here's hopin' things pick up in 1890
Here's hopin' things pick up in 1890

And those arthritic angels can't open that bottle
And their knuckles are swollen and bruised from the tryin'
So the whiskey's gonna have to wait too…

And here's hopin' things pick up in 1890
Heare's hopin' things pick up in 1890
Here's hopin' things pick up in 1890

YODEL