I'm going out riding on my crooked horse
I'm going out riding on my crooked horse
for she's the one who tracks a steady course
through the debris of my divorce

I will meet you at the drunken house
I will meet you at the drunken house
and as you pray facing the south
quiet as a mouse, I will sell you out

sometimes I feel like a loaded man
a broken can, a telegram
sometimes I fly into the wind
until the flies fly back again

out in the sea in a little boat
out in the sea in a little boat
or deep in the woods, in some tiny grove
I will share with you my treasure trove

and we will live like a king and queen
yes, we will live just like a king and a queen
we'll make a bed out of the forest leaves
and my crooked horse will lie down in between

chorus

I hear you calling out strong and loud
I hear you calling out both strong and loud
and though the world is mighty proud
my crooked horse, well she's fallen down

who blew out the candle?
who blew out the candle?
who blew out the candle?
who blew out the candle?

I am a witness to the times, I am a witness to your
crimes,
I am a witness to your lies and all the guys you left
behind
and looking at you now and laughing all the while
my crooked horse will smile his crooked horsey smile

go, horse!