ride
lyrics and music by Penelope Houston


Get down on your knees
I'm going to sell you the moon
You're going to learn how to squeeze
You're making big money soon
Get down on your hands
You'll make a real nice chair
Baby you're worth a fortune in innocence and fear

You lied to me, you lied to me
You lied to me, you lied to me

Well, you can sit at my banquet
if you're willing to bleed
I got your pistols and powders
I got everything you need
Going to sell you a beauty
she's a thirty ought six
All your troubles are over
your problem just got fixed

You lied to me, you lied to me
You lied to me, you lied to me

And all my takers in their big black cars
they never get so far, they never ride
And in the morning when you reach inside
for your richest prize, for your richest prize...

You lied to me, you lied to me
You lied to me, you lied to me

And all my takers in their big black cars
they never get so far, they never ride
And in the morning when you reach inside
for your richest prize, for your richest prize...
And in the morning when you reach inside
for your richest prize, for your richest prize
you're going to ride
for your richest prize, for your richest prize
you're going to ride

From the eighteen stories down CD, and the cut you LP/CD

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