Stallion, step away.
Saddle up the width of an inch
I'm good where I am
I am good where I am
Stallion...

Wrote off the stray gold from the list I hold
And I wrote off all the gold from the list you hold
I'll be the grave with no name on the stone
Stallion...

And fight for your right to hate the night, children
Sing like a choir with no taste for the wine
And the time winding down when the chiding eye falls upon you
You...

First fall of light on the counterfiet round
Lightens every face, someone undo it.
The balancing of rider and steam can beat upon you
You...

You...
You...

Stallion, step away
Saddle up the width of an inch
I'm good where I am
I am good where I am friend
My country, I am
Oh my country I am
When you, you had a lot of flexing of muscles on the stage
Step away, step step away, step away
Saddle up the width of an inch
Stallion... step away.
The fighting, races and trees can beat upon you... you... you... you...