I ride the night mare, hear her thundering hooves
As they kick up the dust and ashes of yesterday’s news
I crackle and I ricochet in memories and alleyways
But finally I choose, I choose

Nine fine chestnuts with gleaming flanks
Nine fine chestnuts streaming over banks
Nine fine chestnuts cradled in my pocket
Nine fine chestnut strands inside my locket

I ride the vernal yearling and I tightly clutch her mane
With my chest pressed against her back, no saddle and no reins
I trample over blades of fear and never shed a single tear
I will not be contained, I remain

Nine fine chestnuts with gleaming flanks
Nine fine chestnuts streaming over banks
Nine fine chestnuts cradled in my pocket
Nine fine chestnut strands inside my locket

Oh (ride, ride)
I ride (ride, ride)
Ooh, I ride, yes, I ride (ride, ride)
I ride (ride, ride)

Nine fine chestnuts with gleaming flanks
Nine fine chestnuts streaming over banks
Nine fine chestnuts cradled in my pocket
Nine fine chestnut strands inside my locket

Nine (nine) fine (fine) chestnuts and one appaloosa
Nine (nine) fine (fine) chestnuts, this is how I choose
Nine (nine) fine (fine) chestnuts stand tall together
Nine (nine) fine (fine) chestnuts strong in any weather

Ooh, I ride, yes, I ride (ride, ride)
I ride (ride, ride)