Vārdi: Corb Lund. Especially A Paint.

There's something about horses, especially a paint
Whenever I see horses it reminds me of what I ain't

?Cause I am not your lover now and I may never be
But with a couple pinto ponies how things go we'll have to see
?Cause they're hitched outside to the rail right now and their silver jangles free
And the saddlebags are snugged right down, sugar, ride away with me

There's something about horses, especially a paint
Whenever I see horses I see a sadness in their face

I was raised with the West around, enough to hum the tune
But I never knew the place like the old boys did chinooked and mountain viewed
?Cause this was all a cathedral then and the cowboys, they all knew
That you can't keep a loop on paradise but she disappeared so soon
She disappeared so soon

There's something about horses, especially a paint
Whenever I see horses I see a path I didn't take