All the King's Horses

Words & Music : Dick Gaughan
©Grian Music 1998

I tried to tell you a long time ago
But you thought there was nothing that you didn't know
Never knew where to draw the line
Shut your eyes to the warning signs

Now the hounds are baying, the hunt is on
There's nowhere to hide and there's nowhere to run
All the King's horses, all the King's men
Will never put you back together again

You used to be mighty, used to be high
The brightest star in a self-made sky
Lost all touch with reality
Only saw what you wanted to see

When you fall, you'll fall so hard
Tiny broken pieces in the knacker's yard
All the King's horses, all the King's men
Will never put you back together again

You hurt so many on your upward climb
Now you're all alone and it's closing time
Nobody left now to keep you safe
From the angry mob tearing down your gate

You never believed it could happen to you
But the time has come now to pay some dues
All the King's horses, all the King's men
Will never put you back together again

The sheep's in the meadow, the cow's in the corn
Little Boy Blue's wishing that he'd never been born
All the King's horses, all the King's men
Will never put you back together again


Song Notes

This is one of those songs with a composite subject. It was written on the road in Germany when I heard the result of the 1997 general election in the UK. The primary targets were the beneficiaries of the 1979-1997 Conservative Government but I also had a couple of particular individuals in mind, unconnected with politics. I suppose it's a variant of "Be careful who you hurt on the way up - you'll meet them again on the way back down."

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