The Racehorse Lyrics

Shergar pulled the milk float, one sunny afternoon

In the county of Kildare he tred

Evening came back slowly and the moon, dear sister, grew

And Shergar slept standing in his bed

He'll dream of his life when he's not in the public eye

Oh, he's retired

I'd be the same if I were a racehorse worth the race

Men came through the door and pulled old Jim out of his chair

And made him walk down to the Irish stable

And the eight-figure horse who slept as soundly as a log

Was packed into the back of a rusty trailer

He looked to the sky and to the road, no passers-by

Oh, he's a liar

I'd be the same if I were a part of the IRA

Jim left at the roadside, the men had set him free

But poor old Shergar had to stay behind

But soon they heard a ruckus, wondered what the noise could be

So they pulled over to see what they could find

And what did they see? Poor Shergar had hurt his knee

Oh, shame, oh, pity

I'd be the same if I wouldn't see the next day

And so now Shergar pulls the milk float in the sunny afternoon

Said a man in Antrim, but what could he know?

A tale left unfinished, like a lonely, limp string on a loom

They caught the guy, he said he let him go

So I look to the sky, wonder how, wonder why

We live in fire

I'd be the same if I were a racehorse worth the race

Oh, now, I look to the sky, wonder how, I wonder why

We live in fire

I'd be the same