Corb Lund - Horse Soldier, Horse Soldier Lyrics
Routing Bonaparte at WaterlooI'm a dragoon on a dun, I'm a Cossack on the runI'm a horse soldier, timeless, through and throughI’m a horse soldier, eternal, through and throughI's with Custer and the 7th in ‘76 or ‘77Scalped at Little Big Horn by the SiouxAnd the tears and devistation of a once proud warrior nationThis I know ‘cause I was riding with them tooI drank mare's blood on the run when I rode with the Great KhanOn the frozen Mongol steppe when at his heightI's a White Guard, I's a Red Guard, I's the Tsar's own palace horse guardWhen Romanov was murdered in the nightI knew Salah al-Din and rode his swift ArabiansHarassing doomed crusaders on their heavy draftsAnd yet I rode the Percheron against the circling SaracenAnd once again against myself was castWell I've worn the Mounties crimson, if you're silent and you listenYou'll know that it was with them that I stoodWhen Mayerthorpe, she cried, as her four horsemen diedGunned down in scarlet, coldest bloodI's the firstest with the mostest when I fought for Bedford ForrestSuffered General Wilson's Union raidMine was not to reason why, mine was but to do and dieAt Crimea with the charging light brigadeOn hire from Swiss or Sweden, be me Christian, be me heathenThe devil to the sabre I shall putWith a crack flanking maneuver, I'm an uhlan alles uberStriking terror into regiment of footI knew my days were numbered when o’er the trenches lumberedMore modern machinations de la guerreNo match for rapid fire or the steel birds of the skyWith a final rear guard action I retreatNo match for barbered wire or the armoured engines whineReluctant I retire and take my leaveToday I ride with special forces on those wily Afghan horsesDostum’s Northern Alliance give their thanksNo matter defeat or victory, in battle it occurs to meThat we may see a swelling in our ranksI’s with the Aussies at Beersheba took the wells so badly neededAnd with the Polish lancers charging German tanksSaw Ross' mount shot down at Washingtown the night we burned the White House downAnd cursed the sack of York and sons of Yanks
