Lyrics:
and very little sense
It's no surprise they hide behind a wall and not a fence
The Irish and the English and the Scottish and the Welsh
A damp and misty
Spread like a fire in a lumber yard
Saddle up boys,and call up the mission
A hundred strong in the providence hall
Pray boys for the prohibition
Damn
I wanna be in the cavalry if they send me off to war
I wanna good steed under me like my forefathers before
I wanna good mount when the bugle sounds
movie.
Come with us back to those inglorious days when heroes weren't zeros. Before fair was square. When the cavalry came straight away
lyrics by Corb Lund, music by Stan Rogers / Corb Lund
I wanna be in the cavalry if they send me off to war
I wanna good steed under me like my
I'm riding cavalry in some confusing war
Where guerilla tactics don't work anymore
I've got a saber, they've got semi-automatics
And I've got odds
Shit been going PVP
To PVE
Get to running call the cavalry
Gotta gotta get her riding where the saddles be
In the front seat driving where I'd rather be
One hundred pounds was offered for his apprehension there
So he, with horse and saddle to the mountains did repair
Now Brennan being an outlaw upon
and called Totale
Who said, "the North has rose again"
But it will turn out wrong
When I was in cavalry
I vowed to defend
All our English clergy
Though they
top
And the sound of the ring I will degrade with every word that I sing
And three cheers for the cause
Saddle up cause I'm ready for war
Saddle up
the battle on the back of a horse with no saddle
So guard your banks, and your stagecoaches
The next time motherfuckin' Kid Frost approaches
'Cause I'ma
One hundred pounds was offered for his apprehension there
So he, with horse and saddle to the mountains did repair
Now Brennan being an outlaw upon
Saddle up
The cavalry's got acid blood
Her majesty's a vapid cunt
My apathy is acting up
Rid me like a bastard son, afflicted by a rabid want
perched upon saddles and reins
But the stampedes of thunder, the cavalry's charge leaves me now
Your last war will come but I can not follow you down
surrender
The Irish will always survive
The English came across
To stole our lands away
They even tried to force us
To leave our ancient way
They
sulla sella, sola
Che correvi nel vento in primavera
Coi capelli indietro fino a sera
Forever (English)
Hi how are you, hi how are you
So much time
Bizzi, Ghost Deini, Rollie Finger and them toolies yo
Stainless Bobby, boy, you have an English folly
To try to detain the slang that we can to party
Bizzi, Ghost Deini, Rollie Finger and them toolies yo
Stainless Bobby, boy, you have an English folly
To try to detain the slang that we can to party
headed nobody can even rattle me
Or battle me, I'm sitting on the saddle and gladly
I ain't taking a tumble, or stumble into the cavalry
Never fail to be
or just babble?
Can bullshit come from a horse or just cattle?
What's a cavalry battle if the horse got no saddle?
I'm rattled
I had some Cap'n Crunch
the battle cry
I swear to god, I'll never be cattle
I would rather be a shadow ima load up the saddle And wherever is the battle ima travel for the cavalry
what’s often spoken casually
Killed my inner child, screaming mommy are you proud of me
Shadow ban me, dodge & duck, the system tryna saddle me
Fuck it,
talent you
Best be grabbing your saddle
If you tackle me! The grammatical cavalry!
Alphabetical stampede
To trample my adversaries
On a valiant steed that
the cavalry to saddle up and send 'em in
You start a tenderfoot, harden to veteran
Pressing on is how we honor
All our fallen brethren
Soldiers - we were born
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