Stealin' Horses

Written by Sid Griffin

Who's that stealin' horses up against the sun

Shadows dance across the water, not aimed at anyone

Comin' round for you, comin' round to me

Southern dancer dance around, Bob Gee mends a tray

Sherriff yells for his last round and calls out just what to play

Piano player cuts to waltz-time as if to say

We're closing up this town for drinkin' to better days

Comin' round for you, comin' round for me

And there ain't no words to hold back anymore

On founders day, you'll find what's all in store, all in store for you

She shifts in her backened gown as Pinkertons as police

Roamin' to a dusty town as pale hunstmen from the east

Well Jimmy Stewart and Stewart Grainger as Pinkertons as police

Bad guy in his pinstripe holder is played quite well by Edmund Neese

Comin' round for you, comin' round for me

And there ain't no words to hold back anymore

On founders day,you'll find what's all in store, all in store for you

Who's that stealin' horses up against the sun

Shadows dance all across the water, not aimed at anyone

Comin' round for you, comin' round for me

Published by Coal Train Tunes/BMI