Rain clouds gathering over the plain
And here you are, studying the old roads again
Oh the Mexico hills,
They’re high and they’re cold
So I need to tell you these words
Before you fade in the night, my son
Know the ways and needs of your horse, boy,
Know the ways and needs of your horse,
Before you ride away
I know well what keeps your poor heart awake
So torn and tired, till there is no love, nor pain
Oh you fell from the Heavens
But you’ll crawl out of Hell
And I know there’s nothing to say
To bring back hope in your eyes, my son
Know the ways and needs of your horse, boy,
Know the ways and needs of your horse,
Know the ways and needs of your horse, boy
And let him choose the way
And find her some day
Even if it’s too late
And she’s just a shade of herself, my boy
If winter sees you back from the old trail
Be sure, son,
We’ll keep your heart warm and safe
Come back a father or come back a boy
There is just nothing in heaven
Worth a day spent at your side, my son
So know the ways and needs of your horse, boy
Know the ways and needs of your horse
Know the ways and needs of your horse, boy,
And he’ll carry you home