My Second Salvation Army Choir

All the horses pulled their face as I was led into the square.
They sense I used to be the leader of the Salvation Army Choir.
I stood atop the drinkin' trough. I leaned into my song.
The song I sung at my first salvation: words confuse; I still sing it wrong.
And this is what I first tried to sing:
La la la la la
La la la la la

The bay and appaloosa capsized me off their water trough.
It had been dry for years and when I hit the ground they let out a horsey cough.
This is the way the two horses sing:
Yo yay yo yay yo yay
Yo yay yo yay yo

I remember through my sickness how my army was towards me.
In my second salvation I will get well on them.

I grabbed the youngest yearling; I planned to harness him to a cart.
The bay broke the wheels; the appaloosa head butted my chest for my part.
The horses stood in a choir formation, rolled their eyes to gauge my worth.
The appaloosa bit out all my hair; the bay baptized me dry in the dirt.
And all I can do is cough:
La la la la la
La la la la la

Underneath the dry water trough's where I hid from the horses' rant.
On the trough they hoofed out a [?] dance that coupled perfectly with their chant.

They chant:
Yo yay yo yay yo yay
Yo yay yo yay yo

I remember through my sickness how my army was towards me.
In my second Salvation I will get well on them.

And the big bay slammed his head into the youngest yearling,
Made him spread-eagle sprawled on the dirt.
he bit off his baubles and dipped 'em in the copper of pitch-pine.
And the appaloosa ripped out twenty-four of the yearling's tail-pieces,
And attached 'em to the pitch-pine baubles.
And Doin' a fancy basque step over the dirt, he come to me,
The device hung from between his horsey teeth
As he urged my humanness to grab and take.
I s'ppose he wanted me to swing it like some caballero-whip--
But I ain't gonna get Mexican on you--I swung it like a Catholic censer.
Hypnotized they followed the device, begin to sing their imperfect horse cough.
I joined in with my own application, and together, I hope we don't sing it wrong!

Yo la yo la lo
Yo la yo la lo

I stood bent with the water trough saddled across my back.
the bay he mounts, felt like a dry hump I sound like them wheels he cracked.
Now I carry my Salvation Army Choir singin' all on to rebirth
And in my second salvation, I hope it's better than my first
My new Choir sang:

Yo yay yo yay yo yay
Yo yay yo yay yo