Rich Webb Band feat. Rich Webb, Phil Wakeman, George-Savva Georgiou & David Eugene Webb -
Stray Horse Canyon (feat. Rich Webb, Phil Wakeman, George-Savva Georgiou & David Eugene Webb) - Single
Stray Horse Canyon (feat. Rich Webb, Phil Wakeman, George-Savva Georgiou & David Eugene Webb)
Giddy up
Slow down
Bottoms up
Your round
You've got a face made of
Kids' circles
And bottle glasses
Like 8am workers
Well it tastes like the spirit
Of those whose life is flagging
That's what you get
In Stray Horse Canyon
Giddy up
Slow down
Bottoms up
Your round
Well, before it all
He'd been a mule
A brickie's mate
A labourer's tool
Found George and Gisella
In their blue cellar coats
And their white wine and splash
Like hell afloat
With a nose to the breeze
You don't need no travelling companion
There's plenty of friends already there
In Stray Horse Canyon
Giddy up
Slow down
Bottoms up
Your round
So you ride on in
Scope it all out
Wheeling and dealing
So blind and devout
You see the next one who's leaving
Put an arm around him
Then you're back on the game
Oiled on whiskey and gin
The nose to the breeze
This ain't no place for gambling
That's how it goes
In Stray Horse Canyon
Giddy up
Slow down
Bottoms up
Your round
Well, down come the shutters
Out go the lights
There's truck engines cackling
On this Saturday night
You throw a few jabs to the left
You pull up your collar
Your breath cuts the air
His step echoes and hollers
Heading for those cold stones
Heading for a landing
That's how it goes
In Stray Horse Canyon
Giddy up
Slow down
Bottoms up
Your round
Slow down
Bottoms up
Your round
You've got a face made of
Kids' circles
And bottle glasses
Like 8am workers
Well it tastes like the spirit
Of those whose life is flagging
That's what you get
In Stray Horse Canyon
Giddy up
Slow down
Bottoms up
Your round
Well, before it all
He'd been a mule
A brickie's mate
A labourer's tool
Found George and Gisella
In their blue cellar coats
And their white wine and splash
Like hell afloat
With a nose to the breeze
You don't need no travelling companion
There's plenty of friends already there
In Stray Horse Canyon
Giddy up
Slow down
Bottoms up
Your round
So you ride on in
Scope it all out
Wheeling and dealing
So blind and devout
You see the next one who's leaving
Put an arm around him
Then you're back on the game
Oiled on whiskey and gin
The nose to the breeze
This ain't no place for gambling
That's how it goes
In Stray Horse Canyon
Giddy up
Slow down
Bottoms up
Your round
Well, down come the shutters
Out go the lights
There's truck engines cackling
On this Saturday night
You throw a few jabs to the left
You pull up your collar
Your breath cuts the air
His step echoes and hollers
Heading for those cold stones
Heading for a landing
That's how it goes
In Stray Horse Canyon
Giddy up
Slow down
Bottoms up
Your round
Credits
Writer(s): Richard Webb
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