1
It Seems in-Hu-mane,
Bu-tHi-s Leg was Broke.
So with Buck Knife In I Le-ft
Hand I Quick-ly Cu-t Him Throat.
Stand up then Look Fa-r In-to
Where W-e had come From,
A Nar-row-ing Road That
Star-ted W-ay Back When
W-e Left Home.
Leav-ing Sun-Set As I
Smoke of my last Pe-yote,
Before Right Hand grabbed
1 lonely Sad-dle As
I Shoul-ldered a Long Road.
But on The Route-I Wa-lk
Start Tur-n In-to a Flo-at,
And Tha-t’s when I No-ticed
That I Wasn’t on I Ow-n.
( chorus )
That’s When I No-ticed
That I Wasn’t on I Ow-n,
That’s when I Kno-w
That I wasn’t A-lone.
That’s When I No-ticed
That I Wasn’t on I Ow-n,
That’s when I Kno-w
That I wasn’t A-lone.
2
O-H Man this mu-st be some
Pre-tty-Good Pey-ote,
It’s been Miles and It see-ms
Like I hav-en’t E-ven Smoked!
Unlike my Horse-wish
His Leg it ha-dn’t Bro-ke,
Leaving Me A-lone To
Walk with Sadd-le a Long Road.
That it Seems as If
On Some-one’s Back I Rode,
Shou-ldered over an Arm,
Bend-ing at the El-bow.
Real-ly it is As If
I’m Some-one’s Book-Bag Hold,
Shou-ldered with Their Arm,
Bending at the El-bow.
( chorus )
That’s When I No-ticed
That I Wasn’t on I Ow-n,
That’s when I Kno-w
That I wasn’t A-lone.
That’s When I No-ticed
That I Wasn’t on I Ow-n,
That’s when I Kno-w
That I wasn’t A-lone.
That’s When I No-ticed
That I Wasn’t on I Ow-n,
That’s when I Kno-w
That I wasn’t A-lone.
That’s When I No-ticed
That I Wasn’t on I Ow-n,
That’s when I Kno-w
That I wasn’t A-lone.
3
I brushed his Mane,
And held Him Close.
Said a Lit-tle Pra-yer Then
I Quick-ly Cut him Throat!
And With so Ma-ny
Mo-re Miles Left to Go!
How wi-ll I Make It
Out here on my Ow-n?
That’s when a
Voice Ex-hales,
Re-turn-ing my
Ex-haled Smoke,
Saying Do Not Wo-rry
When I Am At the Right
Hand Of The G.O.A.T
G.O.A.T.G.O.A.T.G.O.A.T.
( chorus )
That’s When I No-ticed
That I Wasn’t on I Ow-n,
That’s when I Kno-w
That I wasn’t A-lone.
That’s When I No-ticed
That I Wasn’t on I Ow-n,
That’s when I Kno-w
That I wasn’t A-lone.
