Call the captain, long gone ♪ We warmed our hands in the corpse of a wild horse (ooh-ooh) On the shores of Assateague And then blood on our hands Up to our elbows (ooh-ooh) ♪ At least we're all in this horse together ♪ I feel something coming on (ooh-ooh) A disease or a song Call the captain, long gone ♪ And the wooden nickel We took in the divorce of rider and corpse, was by the book ♪ It's a habit of force ♪ Straight from the source And by the book ♪ Every way, every day (ooh-ooh) Every way, every day (ooh-ooh) I feel something coming on (ooh-ooh)