Horse and Saddle - Chris Staples

These blankets are thin, and the highway is near

I keep checking the fridge, but there is no beer

And I can keep my mind from dwelling on dreams

That won’t come true

I’m out here following through

Stopped in a town I cannot recall

Somebody’s crying across the hall

And I can keep my mind

Focused on the work that I must do

I’m out here following through

I’m following through

You could bet the horse and the saddle, too

I’ll do what I say, I say what I do

I’m out here following through

The painting didn’t finish

Like it was in your head

It was made for the grand foyer

But it’s hanging in the basement instead

And you can try and try 'til the day you die

What else are you supposed to do?

But you’re not a fool for following through

You’re following through

You could bet the horse and the saddle, too

You do what you say, you say what you do

But you’re not a fool for following through

I’m following through, I’m following through

You could bet the horse and the saddle, too

I’ll do what I say, I say what I do