“All Them Horses” by Noah Kahan live from Fire Tower Farm in Only, TN Stream/download The Great Divide: The Last Of The Bugs out now: https://noahkahan.lnk.to/thegreatdivide
Noah Kahan: Vocals, Acoustic Guitar Alex Bachari: Acoustic Guitar Nina de Vitry: Background Vocals, Violin Marcos Valles: Background Vocals, Percussion
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Lyrics: Window seat in a ‘90s plane See the rivers meet and spread like veins Another airport lounge, another time zone change Gonna dance around and sing about my pain Okay, it pays
See the dried flood lines on the neighbors’ porches Do you remember crying for all them horses? They did not look scared at all They did not look scared, they did not look scared at all
So tell me when it feels you cannot escape me Just yell like dad would yell at all the noise I’m making I’m just happy you still call I’m just happy, I’m just happy you still call
City kid bought the farm, he’s a real nice guy Left a lifetime invitation for my friends and I Couldn’t make it back even if I tried Oh some things live forever even when they die Oh my My my my my my
You know I wanna beat it, I wanna beat it bad Oh, everyone looks happy in a photograph I crossed the county line I cannot go back I’m always on my own Couldn’t make it home 'cause of all that rain Oh, run of bad luck in a nowhere state I’m high above us now in a big jet plane I’m always on my own I’m always on my own
I ain’t planned it, the plane Plane just landed out here Rubbed my eyes on 89 Double yellow murdered deer You can vanish, yes love You can try to disappear Thousand eyes on a dirt road Strike a light, let it burn slow Maybe I’m manic again, but I think this time I’m out for good I’m a sidewalk preacher with a record deal I’m the weight of new sneakers on some dead wood This ain’t mine anymore I made too much goddamn noise Done staring at the void I’m spin-castin’ with the boys
You know I wanna beat it, I wanna beat it bad Oh, everyone looks happy in a photograph I crossed the county line, I cannot go back I’m always on my own Couldn’t make it home 'cause of all that rain Oh, run of bad luck in a nowhere state I’m high above us now in a big jet plane I’m always on my own I’m always on my own
See the dried flood lines on the neighbors’ porches You remember crying for all them horses They did not look scared at all They did not look scared, they did not look scared at all
