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He packed up his guitarAnd drove Wednesday through SundayAnd sometimes played three shows a dayThe modern lone rider, he dreamed of OhioAnd his doe-eyed Arabian bayAnd how they'd go racing out on the hillsideIn the cool closing twilight of dayOld friends together in thunderous freedomJust the man and the wind and the bay.Well, sometimes they'd ride down by the riverAnd the bay always stopped there to drinkIn the still of the eveningThe horse seemed contentedAnd the man used the time just to think.And in the cold winds of winterHe's drawn to the barnBy some irresistable forceWith carrots and a blanketThere's nothing more bindingThan the love of a man for his horse.The call of the highway, how it would beckonHe kept going back out of courseAnd in the deep of the nightWhen the miles were the hardestSongtexteHe just figured he drove for the horse.And in all life's relations one thing stays the sameNever take more than you will repaySo we count the score even'cause the miles he had drivenWere for miles that he rode on the bay.They grew old together, got too old to rideBut just look at the seeds that they'd sowedThey'd walk out in the pasture, stand side by sideAnd stare off at the hills where they'd growed.And of all God's creations here under heavenThere's many I can't understandOne beautiful mystery that I at least witnessedWas the love of a horse for a man. Aus Songtexte Mania