Half-Broke Horse

Stolen from the desert
 In the lost part of the state
 Just a half-broke horse
 He waits by the gate
 No bridled horse can stand him
 Or any of his kind
 Their hidden laws condemn him
 They're so rigid and refined
 He watches on the edge
 Dirty coat, shaggy mane
 Too wild for this world,
 Too tame for mustangs
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 Grew up in the desert
 In the lost part of the state
 Cut our teeth on promises
 And empty plates
 Single-wides and ranches
 Disappear before our eyes
 These folks here don't come around
 They're so rigid and refined
 We stand on the edge
 Dirty coats, ragged hands
 We're strangers to this world
 And this new breed of man
 And we just got our notice
 This whole place is going under
 The bank's whip is on us
 We won't last another summer
 They'll have to come and take us
 With the force of ten trains'
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 Cause it's no life worth living
 If we don't hold the reins
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 Like half-broke horses
 From the lost part of the state
 We watch in silence
 And wait by the gate
 On both sides of these bars
 We're one and the same
 Too wild for this world,
 Too tame for mustangs