George and I have crossed the prairie Never have we seen the likes of this town Not George nor me Now George and I we're worn and weary But there's nowhere a weary man can lay him down For George and me Me and George, george is my horse George says he don't like these cars These stone trails, where's the grass? These high houses made of glass He don't like 'em says George He don't like them, george is my horse Now George and I do quite agree It would be a fine idea if all the cars Were horse, then George would have some company And me I'd be happy, just because George is my horse Yeah, because, george is my horse Mmmm, horse