Noah Kahan - All Them Horses (Fire Tower Session)

“All Them Horses” by Noah Kahan live from Fire Tower Farm in Only, TN
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Noah Kahan: Vocals, Acoustic Guitar
Alex Bachari: Acoustic Guitar
Nina de Vitry: Background Vocals, Violin
Marcos Valles: Background Vocals, Percussion

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Lyrics:
Window seat in a ‘90s plane
See the rivers meet and spread like veins
Another airport lounge, another time zone change
Gonna dance around and sing about my pain
Okay, it pays

See the dried flood lines on the neighbors’ porches
Do you remember crying for all them horses?
They did not look scared at all
They did not look scared, they did not look scared at all

So tell me when it feels you cannot escape me
Just yell like dad would yell at all the noise I’m making
I’m just happy you still call
I’m just happy, I’m just happy you still call

City kid bought the farm, he’s a real nice guy
Left a lifetime invitation for my friends and I
Couldn’t make it back even if I tried
Oh some things live forever even when they die
Oh my
My my my my my

You know I wanna beat it, I wanna beat it bad
Oh, everyone looks happy in a photograph
I crossed the county line I cannot go back
I’m always on my own
Couldn’t make it home 'cause of all that rain
Oh, run of bad luck in a nowhere state
I’m high above us now in a big jet plane
I’m always on my own
I’m always on my own

I ain’t planned it, the plane
Plane just landed out here
Rubbed my eyes on 89
Double yellow murdered deer
You can vanish, yes love
You can try to disappear
Thousand eyes on a dirt road
Strike a light, let it burn slow
Maybe I’m manic again, but I think this time I’m out for good
I’m a sidewalk preacher with a record deal
I’m the weight of new sneakers on some dead wood
This ain’t mine anymore
I made too much goddamn noise
Done staring at the void
I’m spin-castin’ with the boys

You know I wanna beat it, I wanna beat it bad
Oh, everyone looks happy in a photograph
I crossed the county line, I cannot go back
I’m always on my own
Couldn’t make it home 'cause of all that rain
Oh, run of bad luck in a nowhere state
I’m high above us now in a big jet plane
I’m always on my own
I’m always on my own

See the dried flood lines on the neighbors’ porches
You remember crying for all them horses
They did not look scared at all
They did not look scared, they did not look scared at all