| Song | Equus Caballus |
| Artist | Wylie & the Wild West |
| Album | Unwired |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Gustafson, Nelson | |
| Words: Joel | |
| Nelson, Music: | |
| Wylie Gustafson (Two Medicine Music) | |
| BMI I have run on middle fingernail through | |
| Eolithic morning | |
| And I’ve thundered down the coach road with | |
| Revolution’s warning | |
| I have carried countless errant knights who never found the grail | |
| I have strained before the caissons, | |
| I’ve moved the nation’s mail | |
| I’ve made knights of lowly tribesmen, kings from ranks of peons | |
| I’ve given pride and arrogance to riding men for eons | |
| I’ve grazed among the lodges, teepees and the yurts | |
| Felt the sting of driving whips, lashes, spurs and quirts | |
| I am roguish- | |
| I am flighty- inbred and lowly | |
| I’m a nightmare gone wild | |
| I am Gallant and exalted- stately and noble | |
| I’m awesome- | |
| I am grand | |
| I am The Horse | |
| I have suffered gross indignities from users and winners | |
| I’ve felt the touch of kindness from losers and sinners | |
| I have given for the cruel hand and given for the kind | |
| Heaved a sigh at | |
| Appomattox when surrender had been signed | |
| I can be as tough as hardened steel- fragile as a flower | |
| I know not my endurance | |
| I know not my own power | |
| I have died with heart exploded beneath the cheering stands | |
| Calmly stood below the hanging noose of vigilante bands | |
| I am roguish- | |
| I am flighty- inbred and lowly | |
| I’m a nightmare gone wild- | |
| I am… Gallant and exalted- stately and noble | |
| I’m awesome- | |
| I am grand- | |
| I am the Horse | |
| So I’ll run on middle fingernail until the curtain closes | |
| I’ll win for you your triple crown | |
| I’ll wear for you your roses | |
| Toward you who took my freedom | |
| I’ve no malice or remorse | |
| I’ll endure | |
| I’ll last forever | |
| I am The Horse |
| zuo qu : Gustafson, Nelson | |
| Words: Joel | |
| Nelson, Music: | |
| Wylie Gustafson Two Medicine Music | |
| BMI I have run on middle fingernail through | |
| Eolithic morning | |
| And I' ve thundered down the coach road with | |
| Revolution' s warning | |
| I have carried countless errant knights who never found the grail | |
| I have strained before the caissons, | |
| I' ve moved the nation' s mail | |
| I' ve made knights of lowly tribesmen, kings from ranks of peons | |
| I' ve given pride and arrogance to riding men for eons | |
| I' ve grazed among the lodges, teepees and the yurts | |
| Felt the sting of driving whips, lashes, spurs and quirts | |
| I am roguish | |
| I am flighty inbred and lowly | |
| I' m a nightmare gone wild | |
| I am Gallant and exalted stately and noble | |
| I' m awesome | |
| I am grand | |
| I am The Horse | |
| I have suffered gross indignities from users and winners | |
| I' ve felt the touch of kindness from losers and sinners | |
| I have given for the cruel hand and given for the kind | |
| Heaved a sigh at | |
| Appomattox when surrender had been signed | |
| I can be as tough as hardened steel fragile as a flower | |
| I know not my endurance | |
| I know not my own power | |
| I have died with heart exploded beneath the cheering stands | |
| Calmly stood below the hanging noose of vigilante bands | |
| I am roguish | |
| I am flighty inbred and lowly | |
| I' m a nightmare gone wild | |
| I am Gallant and exalted stately and noble | |
| I' m awesome | |
| I am grand | |
| I am the Horse | |
| So I' ll run on middle fingernail until the curtain closes | |
| I' ll win for you your triple crown | |
| I' ll wear for you your roses | |
| Toward you who took my freedom | |
| I' ve no malice or remorse | |
| I' ll endure | |
| I' ll last forever | |
| I am The Horse |
| zuò qǔ : Gustafson, Nelson | |
| Words: Joel | |
| Nelson, Music: | |
| Wylie Gustafson Two Medicine Music | |
| BMI I have run on middle fingernail through | |
| Eolithic morning | |
| And I' ve thundered down the coach road with | |
| Revolution' s warning | |
| I have carried countless errant knights who never found the grail | |
| I have strained before the caissons, | |
| I' ve moved the nation' s mail | |
| I' ve made knights of lowly tribesmen, kings from ranks of peons | |
| I' ve given pride and arrogance to riding men for eons | |
| I' ve grazed among the lodges, teepees and the yurts | |
| Felt the sting of driving whips, lashes, spurs and quirts | |
| I am roguish | |
| I am flighty inbred and lowly | |
| I' m a nightmare gone wild | |
| I am Gallant and exalted stately and noble | |
| I' m awesome | |
| I am grand | |
| I am The Horse | |
| I have suffered gross indignities from users and winners | |
| I' ve felt the touch of kindness from losers and sinners | |
| I have given for the cruel hand and given for the kind | |
| Heaved a sigh at | |
| Appomattox when surrender had been signed | |
| I can be as tough as hardened steel fragile as a flower | |
| I know not my endurance | |
| I know not my own power | |
| I have died with heart exploded beneath the cheering stands | |
| Calmly stood below the hanging noose of vigilante bands | |
| I am roguish | |
| I am flighty inbred and lowly | |
| I' m a nightmare gone wild | |
| I am Gallant and exalted stately and noble | |
| I' m awesome | |
| I am grand | |
| I am the Horse | |
| So I' ll run on middle fingernail until the curtain closes | |
| I' ll win for you your triple crown | |
| I' ll wear for you your roses | |
| Toward you who took my freedom | |
| I' ve no malice or remorse | |
| I' ll endure | |
| I' ll last forever | |
| I am The Horse |