Well, they raised that horse to be a jumper
He was owned by a mid-west bible thumper
His preacher was a Lousiana drummer
Took all winter to get through the summer

The fieldhand hit the switch and stumbled
Outside the big engine roared and rumbled
The stolen horse spooked and tumbled
She didn't speak for a week, just kinda mumbled

Ankle deep in love
Ankle deep in love

Ankle deep in love
Ankle deep in love

He was caught up in a lie he half believed
Found her hiding high in the family tree
Washed his hands and put across his knee
She said, „Daddy you been a mother to me”

Ankle deep in love
Ankle deep in love
Ankle deep in love
Ankle deep in love