What a High Horse

What a high horse a dead man's on

And there ain't a thing can pull him off

It seems like all the lines are drawn

What a high horse the dead man's on

What a high horse the dead man's on

It's the wife of the picker who ceased to play

The son of the mother who threw him away

There's another child there who ain't his own

What a high horse the dead man's on

What a high horse the dead man's on

Talk about needing a miracle

Talk about needing a saving grace

Talk about needing a miracle

What a tight rope the one left walks

There ain't a net to catch his fall

But his aim is true, so he's steady on

What a tight rope the one left walks

What a high horse the dead man's on

Talk about needing a miracle

Talk about needing a saving grace

Talk about needing a miracle

What a high horse the dead man's on

And there ain't a thing that can pull him off

Oh, heaven help us, one and all

What a high horse the dead man's on

What a high horse the dead man's on

What a high horse the dead man is on