Horse House (chart/lyrics/chords) C. von Sneidern

I found out ten days ago I had a ways to go

uphill and further along

I got out my notes, checked the time, and called the coast

they confirmed I had everything wrong

Don't leave now, I'm coming, I'll be there

Just hang in San Francisco and wait (and wait, and wait...)

They pulled up their straps, saddled up and said goodbye

'Frisco doesn't do much for us

I've figured you out, yeah, I got your number

it's 406 732 1928

we're tracking you down, you'll freak when you see me

I'm the coolie holding placards at the gate

there's no sense in dialing that number

and it doesn't add up to a clue

Melt it down, tart it up, in the nude, counting loot

Big brother will win trivial pursuit

The car needs repair, oh, and no one seems to care

they've got horses, and no sources of despair

with ten pounds of rice and room for five pounds, that's twice

what I can hang, for Mr. Chang's restaurant

so I strapped on my Styx for the Journey (to Asia)

Bad Company might await me on the way - till the day, I die, oh my

fix the car, call a cab, ride a horse if you like

but don't deliver my food on a bike

An Italian meal, made by Mamma with her veal

Parmigiana, Saltimbocca, Rustico

you would love it, you should come, take a trip for gelato cone

it's nothing like Michael Corleone

We'll sit and talk about music, but

my hobbies are wine, and wine, and wine...

make a toast, take a trip, sell your house, ride a horse

in your head is the best place, of course