Words & Music by Mike Power

And we’re back. By “we” I mean me. It’s not the royal we. It’s more of a disagreement between otherwise compatible pronouns. My invisible (or at least carefully concealed) staff and I are ready to shake off the shadows and submit again to the antiseptic sunlight.

Three months ago I put the blog on hiatus to work on my novel The Goddess of Love and generally rearrange my brain. I’m not sure yet which one, but I feel cautiously optimistic that at least one of those projects is coming along well enough to un-hiatus Words & Music.

When you fall off a horse, or get thrown, you’re supposed to get back up again before you lose your nerve. As today marks the first day of my fifty-third year on this planet (on this go around anyway), it seems as good a time as any to get back in the saddle.

I’m back
I’m back in the saddle again
I’m back
I’m back in the saddle again

Ridin’ into town alone
By the light of the moon
I’m looking for ole’ Sukie Jones
She crazy horse saloon

Barkeep gimme a drink
That’s when she caught my eye
She turned to give me a wink
That’d make a grown man cry

I’m back in the saddle again
I’m back
I’m back in the saddle again
I’m back

Umm…come easy, go easy
Alright ’til the rising sun
I’m calling all the shots tonight
I’m like a loaded gun

Peelin’ off my boots and chaps
I’m saddle sore
Four bits gets you time in the racks
I scream for more

Fools’ gold out of their mines
The girls are soaking wet
No tongue’s drier than mine
I’ll come when I get back

I’m back in the saddle again
I’m back
I’m back in the saddle again

I’m riding, I’m loading up my pistol
I’m riding, I really got a fistful
I’m riding, I’m shining up my saddle
I’m riding, this snake is gonna rattle

I’m back in the saddle again
I’m back
I’m back in the saddle again
I’m back
Ridin’ high
Ridin’ high
Ridin’ high already