You shot my horse at Waterloo
And ditched me in the streets
Left to drag my bleeding heart
Down to the corner Sheetz
The pay phone took my quarter
And the Fryz girl took my pulse
But in the end you need a friend
Who understands your loss
The sky was extra black that night
And the moon a cup of cream
My sweat met with the grassy dew
And brewed a brand new dream
Of kinder girls in Bennington
Or out in Battle Creek
I’ll leave behind this trail of tears
A new campaign to seek
Sep 19, 2014
Sep 19, 2014 at 10:53 PM UTC
You shot my horse at Waterloo
And ditched me in the streets
Left to drag my bleeding heart
Down to the corner Sheetz
The pay phone took my quarter
And the Fryz girl took my pulse
But in the end you need a friend
Who understands your loss
The sky was extra black that night
And the moon a cup of cream
My sweat met with the grassy dew
And brewed a brand new dream
Of kinder girls in Bennington
Or out in Battle Creek
I’ll leave behind this trail of tears
A new campaign to seek
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