Stray Horse Canyon

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