Em C
there are no horses in hell and i know you rode well
there are no horses in hell and you always rode well
D C Em
because what's a cowboy to do
sitting on the prairie stirring stew
wondering what life's beyond
his horse, his saddle, and high noon
Em pause
but the cattle are shuffling back behind
and he feels the ache in his legs' need to ride
a companion and his horse travelling on
though the outdoors and the great beyond
there are no horses in hell and you always rode well
there are no horses in hell and i know you rode well
because everyone of us goes where we're meant to be
and i know you've gone to a place where you're free
to a place where the trees still stand proud with age
where strangers stand stripped of rage
where the animals are no longer afraid
a circle of hands where war once laid
there are no horses in hell and i know you rode well