I'm so tired of wearin' suit-and-tie
Show me where the blue collar lies
And I've been left with a whisper of my crimes
Holdin' on the line thinkin' they might
Pick up a second time
Bite my tongue from sayin' far too much
Times are hard and the goin's tough
Keep the devils hid under the bed
Lie awake in dread not listenin'
To what the wise man said
Hold my horses, hold
Hold my horses, hold
Hold
Amarillo, dusty yellow rose
I have half a mind to let you go
But there ain't no bridge around to catch my flame
Just an open plain; there's nowhere left
To cower 'neath the shame
Hold my horses, hold
Hold my horses, hold
Hold
I watch my hands do the things I hate
An honest man could not appreciate
So hold my horse from galloping away
Leavin' me in vain to perish
In the valley of the dead