| He spent his days with horses
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| And his nights with Rosalee
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| He spent his pay on whiskey
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| That was made in Tennessee
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| As I was growing up
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| He spent a lot of time with me
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| When I’d ask him about women
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| He’d just grin
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| He said son I know horses
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| Like the back of my hand
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| He said some were born to run
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| Some will stomp you just for fun
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| And some have got the devil in their eyes
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| There’s some that you can trust
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| Some will leave you in the dust
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| And the wild ones will shake you up inside
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| But you’ll always remember the ride
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| Like him I rode some horses
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| Some were fast and some were slow
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| I’ve known my share of women
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| I’ve seen 'em come
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| I’ve seen 'em go
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| The horses I could handle
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| But the women got me thrown
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| Now I smile when I remember that old man
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| Because he knew more than horses
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| Like the back of his hand
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| He said some were born to run
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| Some will stomp you just for fun
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| And some have got the devil in their eyes
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| There’s some that you can trust
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| Some will leave you in the dust
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| And the wild ones will shake you up inside
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| But you’ll always remember the ride
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| He said some were born to run
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| Some will stomp you just for fun
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| And some have got the devil in their eyes
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| There’s some that you can trust
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| Some will leave you in the dust
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| And the wild ones will shake you up inside
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| But you’ll always remember the ride
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| Yeah you’ll always remember the ride |