Original Poem by Rob Plisken
http://rtfitch.wordpress.com/2010/07/13/no-more-lost-and-found/
BLM’s killing horses just tryin to be free
Runnin them from Rock Creek, Little Humboldt and Owyhee
Towards a tragic future of captivity or death
While most Americans don’t even know and others hold their breath
And some unlikely heroes save 174
Pay for them in Fallon and help them find the door
Because this weekend they’d been in The Killer’s Lost and Found
Where they were just wild horses who went for 20 cents a pound
Runnin them from Rock Creek, Little Humboldt and Owyhee
Towards a tragic future of captivity or death
While most Americans don’t even know and others hold their breath
And some unlikely heroes save 174
Pay for them in Fallon and help them find the door
Because this weekend they’d been in The Killer’s Lost and Found
Where they were just wild horses who went for 20 cents a pound
They said The Seven died because the tank was nearly dry
I’d say check the fences because fences never lie
Cattle drink and come to water to me it don’t make sense
When horses end up dying on the wrong side of the fence
And eyes like satin stars on coats of red white blue and brown
Don’t make no difference to blind men paying 19 cents a pound
I’d say check the fences because fences never lie
Cattle drink and come to water to me it don’t make sense
When horses end up dying on the wrong side of the fence
And eyes like satin stars on coats of red white blue and brown
Don’t make no difference to blind men paying 19 cents a pound
All we’re trying to provide is a simple place to stand
Where all creatures live in balance but it takes a gentle hand
With all of us on every side good neighbors we can be
Its good neighbors make good fences, that means us, yes, you and me
Cause we no longer want to hear that high and lonely sound
Of ghosts of horses whinnying at 19 cents a pound
Where all creatures live in balance but it takes a gentle hand
With all of us on every side good neighbors we can be
Its good neighbors make good fences, that means us, yes, you and me
Cause we no longer want to hear that high and lonely sound
Of ghosts of horses whinnying at 19 cents a pound
So if you’ve got mettle in your heart and basically agree
That if cows and oilmen can wander horses too can wander free
Put it in your boots and go do something good today
We can help the horses all together find the way
If you have that extra penny stick it under your hat band
Screw your hat down on your head go out and make your stand.
That if cows and oilmen can wander horses too can wander free
Put it in your boots and go do something good today
We can help the horses all together find the way
If you have that extra penny stick it under your hat band
Screw your hat down on your head go out and make your stand.
Because G-d’s writing in the tally book and needs help getting it all down
That wild horses’ weight is gold, not 19 cents a pound.
Rob PliskinThat wild horses’ weight is gold, not 19 cents a pound.
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