Don’t Get Too High On That Horse

Verse 1
You came ridin’ in like judgment day,
Boot heels clickin’ what you had to say,
Talkin’ down from your saddle horn throne,
Like you built this town all on your own.
Dust flies fast when the wind turns north,
Pride’s a fire that’ll scorch the porch,
You forget who held the gate for you
When your fence posts leaned and your sky fell through.
Chorus
Don’t get too high on that horse, my friend,
Every tall ride finds the ground again,
Heaven don’t measure a man that way,
By how loud he brags or how high he sways.
The higher you climb, the harder you land,
Life’s got a way of humblin’ a man.
So tip that hat before you cross that course—
Don’t get too high on that horse.
Verse 2
I’ve seen kings fall off painted pride,
Watched crowns roll in the countryside,
Gold don’t shine when the lights burn out,
And truth don’t whisper — it shouts.
You can puff that chest and spit that line,
But storms don’t care what name you sign,
The same red dirt that raised you up
Is waitin’ quiet when you’ve had enough.
Chorus
Don’t get too high on that horse, my friend,
Every tall ride finds the ground again,
Mercy don’t live in a boastful tone,
And nobody stands up there alone.
The higher you climb, the thinner the air,
You might look down and find no one there.
So slow that gallop, show some remorse—
Don’t get too high on that horse.
Bridge
We all need grace, we all fall short,
A little less throne, a little more porch,
Sit awhile where the dust all settles,
Life ain’t won by sharpened medals.
Final Chorus
Don’t get too high on that horse tonight,
The stars see clear in the quiet light,
A humble heart rides strong and sure,
And that kind of strength will endure.
The higher you climb, remember the source.

Hands that held you steady on course.

Ride tall, ride true-but of course,

Don’t get too high on that horse.