Put on your white sombrero Saddle your horse my dear And ride off into the sunset You'd better go For there is no Place for you here Like an old fashoned
goodbye? To rule the Country, baby, you and I? Little princess in a terrible mess A kingdom alone, but no love to confess Dreams of a prince on a tall white horse
the land of free love and goodbye The river's ever flowing, fishing growing And the God I love loves me. In the sky rides a gleam of white horses And
, that awful sound Bang Bang, my baby shot me down I was five and you were six We rode on horses made of sticks I wore black, you wore white You
Bang, that awful sound Bang Bang, my baby shot me down I was five and you were six We rode on horses made of sticks I wore black, you wore white You
Jack Bruce and Pete Brown) In the white room with black curtains near the station. Blackroof country, no gold pavements, tired starlings. Silver horses
, This Kiss (Unstoppable) This Kiss, This Kiss Cinderella said to Snow White How does love get so off course? All I wanted was a white knight With a good heart, soft touch, fast horse
I was five and she was six We rode on horses made of sticks I wore black and she wore white She would always win the fight Bang bang, she shot me down
[Cream] In the white room With black curtains Near the station Black country roof No gold pavements Tired starlings Silver horses Ran down moonbeams
land, way down, way down, way down in shady land There's two great white horses, they gonna drive my baby away Well, two, two great white horses, comin
(Nancy Sinatra) I was five and he was six We rode on horses made of sticks He wore black and I wore white He would always win the fight Bang bang
I was five and he was six We rode on horses made of sticks He wore black and I wore white He would always win the fight Bang bang, he shot me down Bang