What a High Horse

[Verse 1]
What a high horse the 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

[Verse 2]
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 that ain’t his own
What a high horse the dead man’s on
What a high horse the dead man’s on

[Chorus]
Talk about needin’ a miracle
Talk about needin’ a savin’ grace
Talk about needin’ a miracle

[Verse 3]
What a tightrope 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 tightrope the one left walks
What a high horse the dead man’s on

[Chorus]
Talk about needin’ a miracle
Talk about needin’ a savin’ grace
Talk about needin’ a miracle

[Verse 4]
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