All the horses pulled their face as I was led into the squarenThey sense I used to be the leader of the Salvation Army choirnI stood atop the drinkin’ trough, I leaned into my songnThe song I sung at my first salvation the words confuse I still sing it wrong nn[and this was where I first tried to sing]nnThe bay and appaloosa capsized me off their water troughnIt had been dry for years and when I hit the ground they let out a horsey coughnn[this is where them two horses sing]nnI remember though my sickness how my army was towards me in my Second Salvation I will get well on themnnI grabbed their youngest yearling I planned to harness him to a cartnThe bay broke the wheels the appaloosa head butted my chest for my partnThe horses started in a choir formation rolled their eyes to gauge my worthnThe appaloosa bit out all my hair the bay dry baptized me dry in the dirtnn[And all I could do was cough]nnUnderneath the dry water trough’s where I hid from the horses rantnOn the trough they hoofed out a dance that coupled up perfectly with their chantnn[And this is where the choir gives out a chant]nnI remember through my sickness how my army was towards me in my Second Salvation I will get well on themnn{Second Page Of My Second Salvation Army Choir}nnThe big bay slammed his head into the youngest yearling made his spread eagle sprawled on the dirt.nHe bit off his baubles and dipped ‘em in the copper of pitch-pinenThe appaloosa ripped out 24 of the yearlings tail-pieces and attached ‘em to the pitch-pine baubles.nDoing a fancy basque step over the dirt, he come to me, the device hung from between his horsey teeth as he urged my humanness to grab and take.nI ‘spose he wanted me to swing it like some caballero whip nBut I ain’t gonna get Mexican on younI swung it like a catholic censure.nHypnotized they followed the device, began to sing their imperfect horse cough. nI join in with my own application, together I hope we don’t sing it wrong!nnI stood bent with the water trough saddled cross my backnThe bay he mounts, felt like a dry hump I sounds like the wheels he crackednNow I carry my Salvation Army Choir singing all on to rebirth nAnd in my second salvation I hope its better than my firstnn[That new choir sings]n